[It's surprising how quiet he is from then on, what with as much boisterous fuss as he's usually making when people are giving him a hard time all the time. Dead demons don't bother him at all, and dead humans bother him only a little when they are people he doesn't know. He feels bad--for them, for who is left behind, for the injustice of innocent people caught in the middle.
Why hurt someone who couldn't fight back? He didn't get it at all. It was cowardly.
In lieu of a shovel, he uses his hands and his sharp nails, and he again doesn't seem bothered by lack of stamina, or by the dirt sullying his skin, his pants. He only stops every so often to check on Arya.
The mother he buried is who he thinks about. He never got to bury Kikyo, and he thinks about that, too. About how angry she must have felt when she died, telling him that he had betrayed her. He thinks about Kagome, and how he doesn't want to bury another woman in his life ever again.
Yet here he is, burying mothers, and girlfriend, and sisters, and children.
Perhaps the only irony about the whole ordeal is the fact long streams of dirt are being tossed up over the edge of a growing hole, as dogs would do. All at once for a few moments, a pause, and then one or two chunks of scrap dirt, then a long stream all over again.]
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Why hurt someone who couldn't fight back? He didn't get it at all. It was cowardly.
In lieu of a shovel, he uses his hands and his sharp nails, and he again doesn't seem bothered by lack of stamina, or by the dirt sullying his skin, his pants. He only stops every so often to check on Arya.
The mother he buried is who he thinks about. He never got to bury Kikyo, and he thinks about that, too. About how angry she must have felt when she died, telling him that he had betrayed her. He thinks about Kagome, and how he doesn't want to bury another woman in his life ever again.
Yet here he is, burying mothers, and girlfriend, and sisters, and children.
Perhaps the only irony about the whole ordeal is the fact long streams of dirt are being tossed up over the edge of a growing hole, as dogs would do. All at once for a few moments, a pause, and then one or two chunks of scrap dirt, then a long stream all over again.]