"...I see," Kikyo murmured, watching Heero's face closely. "I am sorry to hear about the war." His eyes looked softly upon him, a gaze that was accustomed to showing more sympathy than he felt.

"There is much to be lost, in situations such as those." His thoughts stopped briefly on Shion. A man who had voluntarily entered a war torn country, to protect the lives of people so wholly unconnected to himself. The man emerged from it having lost everything, a dead man to his own wife and daughter. Kikyo could never understand such self-sacrifice.