He lights on his father's shoulder.
Ancient armor creaks as he sets her down, soft overgrowth dampening the clang of metal.
"It's strange." Her voice is small and quiet, and Kagome stands closer to him as she looks around. "Things feel different from before."
Sesshoumaru takes her hand and begins to walk, his pace matching hers. "There is no conflict here now. Only peace. Rest."
"Is that why you brought me here?" She frowns, eyes settling where all those years ago his claws had carved trenches. "To find peace?"
"No." He stops, turns her to him. "To explain."
"Explain?"
"Me."
