Miroku rests against a tree. He smiles at the sound of Shippou and Kagome playing. His heart skipped a beat at Sango's voice. How he loved InuYasha's stubbornness. How he'll miss this. He focuses on his breathing, his meditation. The birds singing love songs to one another. 'So this is it. My time is soon.' He thinks to himself, accepting it. 'Guess it was inevitable. I just hope it's quick. Quiet. Far away from those I love.'