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Every day she redeems the memory of Kikyou a little more, even as Kikyou, dead and buried and resurrected, struggles on the edge of existence.
Inuyasha thinks about Kagome, and she is cute and sweet and kind and oh, so loyal, so effervescent and golden and bright. Touching her is like being in sunlight after an endless lifetime in the chill of the ground.
He loves them both in different ways. Kikyou is replete with memory, solemn, full of sadness and quiet remembered joys, nostalgic fingertips upon his lips.
Kagome is laughing, light and lovely. Something new but familiar.
Better.