Tears of the Monk

Miroku: There had been times spent with InuYasha and the girls that I lost hope in my life being spared. Naraku would continue to exist and I'd be swallowed up by my own Wind Tunnel, just like my father was. I didn't want to die like that, but felt like it would happen like that anyway. I'd always pray for everyone, being a man-of-the-cloth and all, but I need salvation too. I'd rather die an old man on his deathbed, not while I'm still young and full of life. I just couldn't see anyway out of my own fate, but I didn't want to see what sort of pain my heart was in. But I have to express it. I can't just continue the journey to any form of salvation, without being able to let go and cry. So in the early morning hours, I'd awake and try not to disturb anyone, not even my beloved Sango. She's worried enough about her brother, and I didn't want to add more worry on to her heart and mind, or I just didn't want her to see me like this, so sad and crying like this. But I'd just walk away from my friends for a moment to myself. Sometimes, InuYasha would stir and ask me why I'm going off alone. I didn't want to say, or made the excuse of needing a place to pee. But I was really was wanting a place to pray and cry, and didn't know if he'd understand that part or not.

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