We are family.
You are family.
The olive branch, her offer of kindness, it confounded him.
Twisting his views.
Again.
He felt as though he were being pulled in two directions. On the one had he could not deny he had seen the depravity humanity was willing to sink to, viciously mutilating those not of their species. Beyond seeing he had perhaps to a lesser degree lived it.
On the other hand…
He had already established that Kagome was a light that illuminated his life, his very being, everything that he was. She was that single spark of light, that single star, in the endless sea of the blackest night, she guided him, centered him gave him comfort like nothing else could.
No that is not true…
She is no spark…
She is no star…
She is the moon itself.
And he conceded.
They are the stars.
They are the few bright spots in the unending abysmal night.
They are few…
But…
They are there.