He wasn't stupid, the changing, the settling, the healing hadn't gone unnoticed, the shifts in personality, the rapid anger and swift sorrow had simmered greatly as another month departed.

And he still had yet to come to a decision pertaining to the damned tape.

Watching the tape would re-shatter him, prep him for fates designs, make him a ready and willing executioner with all of humanity as his condemned. If he let it be, if he allowed Kagome's healing to take place, allowed his mind to reform, in the end what difference would it really make? He had seen the injury she would sustain, death was an inevitability.

And then he would break; there wasn't a doubt in his teetering mind that if she died his sanity truly would be lost no lack of tape would change that.

Damned if I do. Damned if I don't.

Time was dwindling at a rate Shinobu was having trouble keeping up with, summer was reaching its zenith and soon there would be no decision for him to make… it would be made for him.

His eyes wondered back to the Chapter Black tape as he studied it, lips lifting in a grin.

And he was struck with brilliance.