Things could have been different if only Naraku hadn’t attacked a priest fifty years ago. But alas, it was no good to dwell on “if onlys”; it didn’t change anything, it didn’t help anything. All it did was to sink him further into despair. His future was definite: it loomed up before him like a terrifying monster, reaching out its cold hands to claim him. The hours and days he spent only prolonged the inevitable, and only drew those cold hands closer. There was no use lying to him about what was to happen, so he was given the truth. There were times he wished that he could stop everything,...
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