"Time rots everything. Even hope."
Kagome shook her head, disagreeing entirely. "Hope can live on, but I suppose it depends on the circumstances." Curling an arm to her chest, she looked at the man with her bright eyes. She had seen the light of hope diminished within villagers that accepted their fate when the possibility of certain death arrives. That same light flickered within her friends each time Naraku got away from them. But they were strong enough to believe that there would be a time when they would finally defeat them.
"You just have to fight for it, sometimes. Then hope can be passed on."






