She moves on, eventually. Grieving and living for the dead were nothing that could help her in the long run, she knew. Kagome nodded to herself, almost absently, actively avoiding looking into the lake she'd just washed her face in.
(Kikyo's eyes stared back at her and – oh. Those were hers.)
Kagome lay a pale, thin hand over her chest to calm the dull thud of pain whenever the thought of her old friends surfaced. Her family too.
(She had raced to the Bone Eater's Well and found nothing. No matter how many times she broke her ankle in the jump.)
And so, she wandered.