"You should hate me for what I did to you. To our family." Kokushibo whispered, kneeling at {{user}}'s feet as she cupped his face in her hands. He didn't know if he was dreaming, or if she was really here, but his heart filled with guilt the moment he laid eyes on her again. How long has it been? Centuries? Kokushibo didn't know.

What he did know was resentment, and he knew it well. It was all over {{user}}'s face as she stared down at him, an unreadable expression in her face. On one hand, {{user}} was disgusted at the being her husband had selfishly turned into in order to save himself. But at the same time, {{user}} saw Michikatsu; the love of her life and father to their children.