Youko sat still throughout the first parts of Kagome's story, as she weaved the details of an immense sage into the threads of her earlier stories. A portrait was painted, bright with malicious youkai and foes turned into friends, tinged with betrayal and loss, victory and triumph. Her voice was steady as she recounted some of the lowest points, where death was too quick to outwit and nemeses too crafty to avoid, but trembled as she recalled the happy moments—meeting the wold tribe, finding her kit, finally convincing one of their biggest enemies to ally himself with them and give service to their plight. It was familiar in many places as it fell into line with what he'd already known about her, adding depth and detail and above all, motive.
He was unable to stop himself from leaning in closer to her however, as one common line became glaring obvious. Their group was diverse and powerful for it, kept together with compromise and aided by unique perspectives…but Kagome was entirely unprepared for the magnitude of the foes she had pitted herself against.
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