Eighty.
Guilt and sadness made her avert her eyes, and Kagome inwardly berated herself for her initial reaction of callous laughter. This was truly no mocking matter, she restlessly realized. How was she supposed to help them?
If only they hadn't killed the dark miko responsible for their current circumstances; at least then there would still be the option of begging her to lift the curse.
"Couldn't we try to communicate with the beast?" She inquired cautiously, testing the waters. "I mean, he clearly can come out, considering what happened earlier. Maybe we could explain the situation, soothe him a bit?"
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(100 words.)