What Omi spoke was partially right. Ran lived for his past, his murdered parents and his comatose sister. But at the same time, he would throw away all that was once 'Ran' to do so. He was going to bury his past, his innocence, and even his love, all in the name of revenge. Kikyo couldn't allow it. He already knew what waited for him down that path.

He furrowed his brow, sliding his fingers to the tree trunk, the bark feeling brittle under his touch.

"Perhaps so," he answered noncommittally. "Though I have yet to see how much."