Anger. Regret. The dull ache in my chest was becoming more intense and along with it I felt these strange emotions welling up inside of me. I was angry because that filthy Naraku had caused me to break my promise. I felt regret because of the many things I could have and should have done for this fragile human in my arms who was now dead. If Tenseiga had not been mysteriously broken in the battle with Naraku I would have attempted to bring her back.
I remember when I first met her in my father's tomb. She had been with my half-brother Inuyasha when I was attempting to retrieve the Tessaiga. She had happened to pull the sword when neither that half-breed nor I could claim it. My interest had been piqued. Why could a simple human grab the sword?
After the battle that had resulted in the loss of my arm, I began 'checking up' on the group that had, over time, grown to include a small fox demon, a monk, a demon slayer, and the demon slayer's demon fire cat. The human girl, Kagome, had kept my interest, though. When I would allow them to know I was near my idiot brother would begin attacking and alongside him the girl would stand up to me as well.
After traveling with her little group for a few years, something had happened to cause her to separate from them. My ward, Rin, had found her sleeping in a meadow near one of camps. When Rin asked her about it the next day when the priestess awoke, she would avoid the question. When she finally stopped avoiding it she stated that she had her reasons, and so, no further questions were asked. I was pulled from my memories by the presence of the dead priestess, Kikyo.
"She can't possibly be dead. If she was, wouldn't the rest of our soul have come to me?" her voice cracked uncharacteristically and sounded as if she were in denial. Although, she did have a valid point. Why hadn't the girl's soul gone back to the dead priestess?