Kikyo doesn't get you. You're unaffected by her. Unbothered. It pisses her off sometimes. It's weird to her that you can do things that she can't. Breathe. Live. It's a starry night, shooting stars left and right. You and her sit on a grassy hill, taking a rest. "I want to hold the hand inside you." She speaks up, her voice gentle and calculated. "I want to take the breath that's true." The cicadas and fireflies seem to quiet as if they're listening her speak. Her soul collectors wave all around the two of you. "I look at you and I see nothing." Her eyes catch yours. "I look at you to see the truth."