Quite honestly, it would never have occurred to Kikyo to give any assistance to anyone in this place, the least of all the urban ninja that Kougaiji had the misfortune to call friend. Why should he care what happened to anyone here? Somehow he had a feeling the boy's loyalties would be the end of him. Kougaiji was too trusting of strangers. And even now, he trusted that Kikyo would help them both, though he knew nothing of his nature.

"Are you not human then?" he smiled with slight amusement. He brushed aside a red lock of hair from Kougaiji's sweaty forehead.

He turned and glanced coldly over his shoulder at the other man. Had Kikyo been feeling especially generous, he would have taken the man out of his misery and killed him right now. But at the moment, he felt nothing but indifference, and it would take more than one request from Kougaiji for him to stir a finger.