Her moyo had hurt so, like a poisoned chain had wrapped around it and was constricting, tearing, practically begging for pain. She looks at her reincarnation's eyes, those innocent, life-filled eyes, that accuse and pity her simultaneously. Eyes that say I'm sorry, eyes that say I understand your pain, eyes that say Why are wewe still here? It's my time now. You've had your chance. Eyes that say rest in peace. I'll take care of him.
Kikyou wants to cry, wants to laugh, for she wants him, needs him, yet she can't kubeba to keep him with her. She knows that they would've been happy together.