A/N: Sesshomaru, on the death of Kagura.

II.

I did not love her; this, I know to be true.

Once, I would not have known, but the child changed that, changed me. So I know I did not love her, and in the knowledge there is, faintly, disappointment. Because I miss her, and missing is something I do not understand; because I did not love her, but I did feel something. I wonder, what was that feeling?

When the wind is strong enough, I am caught in memories as if in the strands of an invisible web. I cannot cut it; neither my claws nor my sword is sharp enough. More to the point, neither my claws nor my sword can reach. I have been thinking, and I wonder: is it her I am missing, or what might have been? Now, I do not know the answer, but someday; someday keeps me breathing - the possibility, the promise, of an answer.

It is in the wind - that promise.