"We need to take action now."

A masculine voice impassively said through the silence of the red room. It was dark The curtains were closed, leaving little to no room for any ray of the dawning sun to enter. In the center of the room stood a large, dark, round table that was occupied by a surrounding of what could visibly be seen as six people.

"These energy powered humans grow more in number every day, because of that we are coming in to an extinction. If we do not take action to change the outcome of what may come soon." He paused, his breath hitched slightly and he released a sorrowful sigh, pained by his own words, "we will perish, along with the remainder of our comrades."

"Don't you think we know that already!" Another voice snapped irritably. "We're dropping like flies here!" Three of the men there had nodded their head in agreement while the first man who spoke remained motionless, the last man was lying in his chair with his arms crossed. "It's the fault of those stupid humans called wizards." The man lying back in his chair spoke lethargically. "With all the energy they leave in the air after doing their little spells." He continued, spatting the last two words out in disgust, "the air, starts to become suffocating with free power. All we need to do is take it and our strength could increase greatly, but with this knew found strength also causes the heightening of our most basic inner instinct to fight and kill. . ."

"Many of the younger generations of demons can't handle all this power though. The increase in both power and senses drives them crazy, they've reached the point already to which they began to slaughter each other, some have even gone as far as murdering their own families. At the rate things are now, it won't be long until we'll be in a bath filled with our own blood," he sighed. Will they ever get through this crisis, it doesn't seem like they will. "Not only that, but also along with the blood of the unfortunate humans and so called wizards that get caught in the crossfire."

"Kouga, what should we do?" A rougher but lower voice asked. Koga scoffed, flipping a long strand of dark brown hair from his face to the back of his head. He huffed in annoyance as no thought came to mind. It was all very frustrating. Why couldn't he think of anything? How hard could it be to think of a way to stop what just might be the ending of the whole demon race?

"Why bother asking him, it's not like he's actually smart enough ta think of a way outa this mess" the white haired man told the gray and black haired man. "You say' n I'm not smart dog breath!" Kouga growled, the white haired man opened his mouth ready to make a snarky reply when the first man had spoke once more. "Inuyasha, Kouga!" He shouted at the two younger men, his voice the full of authority, "this is no time for your idiocy we are dealing with a crisis!"

"Why couldn't Sesshomaru be here instead?" He whispered to himself bitterly. ' Now I'm stuck with these idiots.'

The red headed teen next to him sighed twirling the tip of his hair in a bored like manner. "If you're telling them to stop being idiots then you're wasting your time," he loosened the threds of his silk like hair from their hold on his finger to point at Inuyasha and Kouga. "These two are practically a living definition of id- hey!" he exclaimed; rubbing the large lump on his head. "What were you going to say Shippou, the living definition of what," Inuyasha snarled menacingly, grabbing the young man by his shirt.

"Nothing, Nothing" Shippou replied frantically as he put his hands up in a defending gesture and looked back at the more silent men "Ginta, Hakkaku you think you can help me out here" he pleaded. "Sorry Shippou" the grey and black haired man, Ginta, told him. "You're on your own this time" added the man with the white mohawk, Hakkaku. What traitors.

"Inuyasha, enough with your foolishness!"

Inuyasha growled "shut it old man!" . The palm of his hand shot up and he slapped the tip of his own nose, laying his palm down to where the tiny figure he slapped fell into the dome of his palm. "What do you want Myouga," he snapped at the old flea, "Oh Master Inuyasha, I see your doing well, your blood is as delicious as ever!" Myouga comented. "What is it that you want Myouga," the head man asked from his chair next to Inuyasha. Myouga jumped from the rough of Inuyasha hands to the smooth, steady, table, trying his best to bow at the man in front of him.

"My lord" he sniffed, deciding to cut straight to the point he said, "I believe I have found a solution to our problem."

The room had gone to a still. A solution. Was that even possible? Is there really a way to save them from this nightmare that they have been forced to live in.

"Well then, " Inuyasha snapped impatiently, his voice the only one able to recover from its temporary dormant of shock "What is it?"

"U-um well. . ." Myouga stuttered at the wide anxious eyes that surrounded him and he suddenly felt a wave of uneasiness surround him. Creating a cold sweat to drip down his little flea body. "Come on Myouga, you said you know a way to stop this, right. " Shippou asked.

Myouga nodded, scrunching his carrot like nose in discomfort, "most certainly." "Come on flea, " Kouga semi-shouted, annoyed at Myouga' s withhold of information. "Stop stallin already and tell us!"

They've been waiting for so long. A solution.

"I will, but. . ."

This caused nearly everyone in the room to groan. Inuyasha yelled, "but what!"

He wasn't questioning. No he was demanding. It wasn't something that had happened just recently. It wasn't something that everyone liked, but it wasn't something that anyone ever corrected him on either. They knew- they knew that this was his way of coping. He would always put up a hard, stiff, rough like exterior. This is how he would cover his pain. It was something he put on 500 years ago after the death of his wife, Kagome. Although they say time heals all, the years, months, weeks, days, had done nothing to heal his broken heart and only left him to be a broken shell of bitterness.

The sudden power, death, and destruction that plagued their homes had done nothing to soothe his breaking heart as well. And now as a possibility to end this presents itself before him yet he is refused the answer he desires.

"Enough Inuyasha, stop harassing him! " the leader of the group commanded. "Please continue Myouga. " The demon flea fiddled with his small fingers nervously, plopping his thick small body onto it's rear-end. "For the past 500 years I have been doing some research, " he finally spoke, "it seems that are solution isn't a 'it' but much rather a who. " He looked up to the crowd of demons as to see if they were truly listening before he put his attention back to the flick of his fingers.

"As you may recall Master Inuyasha, Shippo, but the priestess Kikyo had once been brought back from the dead by a spell done by a witch that had gone by the name of Urasue. Urasue had the ability to bring forth the souls of the dead and once again give them a body made of both bones and graveyard soil. " Myouga explained. "So what are you trying to say Myouga, that the person we need is dead, " Shippo concluded. "Well yes but-" " then let's go find this old hags descendent or something and bring whoever we need back! " Kouga interrupted.

"You can't! " the flea blurted "Urasue had no descendent as she is also no longer alive, for she had been slain by the hands of Kikyo shortly after she was brought from her death!" "What's the point of this!" Inuyasha interrupted with a growl, not wanting to remember the occurrence of that day. Myouga sighed and turned to the head of the table. "You see my lord, this has all occurred 500 years ago. Around the time Lady Kagome had first come to our era. " He explained, taking a nervous glance towards Inuyasha, who had suddenly become awfully quiet now that the subject had turned to Kagome.

He continued, "Lady Kagome was the reincarnation of Kikyo. In order to complete the action of bringing the young priestess from death Urasue had kidnapped Lady Kagome, ripped the soul from her body, put it into Kikyo's, and effectively bring the priestess back to life. Though this act itself is quite impressive, the point of my story is what had happened after these events. " He informed shaking his round head. "In the ending of Kikyo's life she had thought she had been betrayed by someone she cared for dearly, " he spared another glance towards Inuyasha direction. "That person she had thought betrayed her was there during the process of her rebirth, " he said slowly, as if to let it all sink in.

Though by the small trembling in his voice it was easy to see that was only because he was frightened. Frightened of what Inuyasha may do to him.

"Once Kikyo had destroyed the mother of her recreation she had sought to destroy him as well. Though she had almost succeeded in her plan Lady Kagome had somehow caller her souls forth and thrust it back into her own body. In this came a showing that the soul still responds to the natural life source and in coming back to her body knew that it was the best way of survival. " Ginta shook his head, "I don't understand Myouga, what are you trying to say? "

Myouga shook his head at the wolf demon before giving an exasperated sigh, " the soul hadn't come back to Lady Kagome's body just because she called for it, but because it had chose to for its own survival. Even though it should have stayed in Kikyo because it was the body it had currently inhabitants, but it didn't, it came back to Lady Kagome of its own choice. "

"Myouga are you saying that once outside the original body the soul had a will of its own," the leader said. Myouga giggled, happy that someone had finally gotten across his point. "Exactly my lord. It develops the will for survival. "

"How's that suppose to help anything? " Inuyasha ask, his voice dull and void of emotion. 'And why'd ya hafta put both Kagome and Kikyo in it. ' He thought sullenly.

"Um of course Master Inuyasha," the old demon flea coughed, "well you see the person that we need in order to help us with our little um. . . problem. Is long since dead. But many years ago; during the time of Naraku, she had much of her soul stolen from her by Kana's mirror. It has come to my attention that there is still a very small fragment of her soul that may still remain in the mirror even through all of these centuries. " His round chest puffed out in a sense of pride at the amount of knowledge he was able to obtain. "Once we bring the mirror to an old friend of mine, he can call forth the rest of the soul, from both the mirror and the dead. We can then bring who we need back to life and they can help us. "

"Myouga, how are we suppose to do that? " Hakkaku asked, "I thought Kana's mirror was destroyed when Naraku had decided to get rid of her."

Myouga let out another elated giggle, "now that, Hakkaku, is where your wrong, Kirara!" He called. Soon the nekomatta entered the room in full demon form, carrying with her a round object covered in cloth. "Over here Kirara! Over here!" The flea shouted in hopes the demon cat will come to him by using the sound of his voice.

Kirara walked towards the table to where she put the object on, gently she nudged the object slowly to move closer towards Myouga's tiny form, being careful as to not crush the flea. The object that was moving closer to the flea moved with the sound of multiple clacks and it looked to have small pieces from inside of it piercing through the rags covering it. "Stop!" Myouga instructed once he was already an inch apart from the mysterious object she had brought in.

"Myouga what is this?" The head asked. Myouga smiled, his body vibrated in excitement as he jumped onto the object. "May I present to you my lord, "he breathed, struggling to pull the covering off of the object with his hands, barely able to lift even a corner.

It was Kirara who had finally taken pity on him by turning into her cat form to swiftly land on the table so she can then gently peel the cloth off the object.

"Why thank you Kirara," he said, turning back to his lord. "May I present to you my lord, Kana's mirror of souls." "Good job Myouga you have done very well. " The lord smiled.

"What's wrong with you people." Came the voice of Inuyasha, still and void. He sounded calm but the malice intent laid thickly underneath his voice. "Why would you bring someone back from the dead," he growled, "haven't you learned after what happen to Kikyo! "

"Silence Inuyasha!" The leader growled back at him, with an equal amount of fury. "We understand what may happen but maybe you don't quite understand what exactly is at stake?" Inuyasha growled again, this time it was directed towards man in front of him, his clawed hands clenched tightly together making the tips to where they touch white. 'Of choose I know what's at stake old man, ' Inuyasha thought angrily. His teeth grinding together to prevent him from completely lashing out and attacking the demon lord.

"Uh sir," Shippo started nervously, "no disrespect but, I think Inuyasha is right. What right do we have to bring a person back from the dead? Who are we even bringing back?" He asked.

"Actually," Myouga said, no one could see exactly where he had gone after leaving his spot while the three demons- half-demons, were conversing. "I'm afraid Lord Inu Taisho, that I need to discuss with you of the matter of who we are bringing back, privately. "

"That will be fine, " Inu Taisho consented, his hand made a soft slap connecting to his own cheek he cupped his hand to look at the now flattened object, "Myouga."

"You never learn do you?"

"Couldn't resist my lord."

Inu Taisho shook his head in amusement, a smile gracing his features before it had fallen back into a more serious exterior. " I have decided to go along with Myouga's plan, now leave as we discuss this topic" he commanded. All left, some reluctant, and some begrudgingly, but they all did leave.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Hakkaku told lowly to Ginta.

"Sesshomaru, my son! So wonderful for you to join us!"

"Yes," Sesshomaru replied, "I have heard from the flea that what we will be doing will be the cause of this meaningless power plague to end." Inu Taisho face seemed to brighten at his sons words. "Oh yes, yes, then we can finally be at peace and you won't have to hide that cute little mate of yours any longer! Speaking of your mate how is she? You must be feeling awful being away, you know with her pregnant and all." He comented energetically.

"Rin is fine father, now if you would, we have some urgent matters to attend to." Sesshomaru told him in his naturally impassive voice, though you can hear the underline of annoyance he felt because of how naturally hyperactive his father was. "Of course, of course!" His father cried out cheerfully, waving his hands towards all directions.

They walked out of the building that was draped in gold and red velvet with dashes of blue. The mark of the crescent moon was decorated silver-lined onto every corner of the building they walked across. The house itself was one fit for a king and queen.

The two father and son had finally stopped when they reached a door that was covered from the inside by a silver wall. "Father what is the meaning of this the flea had never said-" "Yes, to get to the place we are needed go we must go back across the boundary, back to the demon world, that my son, is where she lives." Inu Taisho interrupted Sesshomaru calmly, the impassive facade once again making its way onto his face, ready for business.

Sesshomaru nodded, so this is where they were going, back to the old world. The place that they had called home 700 years ago; before his half-breed brother was born and his father met that human wench. Their home, was brought to destruction, so demons everywhere escaped to the human world, seeking safety and survival, as their homeland was crumbled to pieces and sealed off.

"Come," Inu Taisho said, standing tall next to his son, he took a step forward to where he was only just a few inches away from the boundary, "the others are already waiting on the other side."

The two silently walked into the wall-like gate in a flash of bright silvery light. The way to the other side was very quick, very fast. Even though both demons knew that where they were going it would take years in just getting there, if not for the magic of the barrier that sped up the process. The scene had remained the same, in a speed of white silver lighting. Unchanging, until they finally reached their destination.

The demon word, The old world. The place they called home hundreds of years ago was in absolute ruins. The sky dressed in black. Land that used to be flushed and soaked in fresh green grass, now dressed in solid black acid soil. Patches of bone and skeleton were seen to be everywhere. The bones of the unfortunate beings who either could not escape, or who were to foolish enough to not abandon this apocalyptic land.

Inu Taisho knealed to the ground, a clawed hand making its way to the center forehead of the skeleton below their feet. 'Bless the souls of our fallen brothers before us' he thought grimly.

"Hey old man!" They both had turned towards the direction at which they heard Inuyasha's voice. "We're all here waitin for the both of ya." He sounded irritated. "It's about time you two showed up, " Kouga huffed, he sounded irritated as well, "look I've got a business to run and a family to see so lets make this quick." Kirara mewed in agreement from her place on Shippo's head, "yeah, we all have something to do, Kirara still has to go home and feed her kits." Shippo said.

"We will be able to go home soon enough," Inu Taisho reassured, "as soon as Myouga arrives we will be able to start the preparations."

As Inu Taisho tried to coax patience out of the three boys (plus cat), Sesshomaru hadn't failed to noticed the absence of Kouga's followers. 'What is he up to?' Sesshomaru thought suspiciously, knowing full well that at times both Inuyasha and Kouga would have their own agenda (depending on the matter at hand). The two other clan members have always followed their leader. So if they weren't here then it's only right to assume that their pack leader commanded them of something of such importance that they will miss this. Or interfere.

"Wolf," Sesshomaru called. Kouga lazily turned his head to the side, giving Sesshomaru a glare of annoyance that he paid no mind to, "what do you want?" Sesshomaru wasted no time in asking his question with a small glare on his facial features. "Where is the rest of your pack?"

Kouga stiffened at the question, though it was so lightly know one had seen it, he growled, "why do you wanna know?" Sesshomaru's glare deepened. "Your pack follow you everywhere. On several different occasions you have showed different interest at when which your pack takes a leave of absence to help. Now seeing as they are not here I will ask you once more, wolf. Where is the rest of your pack?" Kouga only answered the older demon by hardening the glare on his face, not willing to give in, 'crap.' Both individuals in a staring contest of their own as if challenging the others.

Their other four companions made no move to stop them, all just watched as the scene unravel before them. An interrupting cough was heard on top of Kirara, slowly drawing the attention of all demons. Sesshomaru and Kouga, though having their attention diverted; continued to glare at the other, despite the new occurrence. "I'm very sorry for being late my lord, I'm afraid I'm just not quite as fast as I used to be." They heard Myouga apologize from the top of Kirara's greying hair.

"Took ya long enough," Kouga scoffed, tearing his head away from the others glare. "Let's just go already."

"Um, yes." Inu Taisho coughed out through the dense awkward atmosphere, "if you will Myouga."

Silently, the group began to walk, guided by Myouga; to whom will bring back the soul of their needed person. Making their way to that person's house was an uncomfortably strange journey. No one has spoken a word since their departure near the portal. The landscape surrounding them hadn't seem to change much either. The only difference in it being the size and amount of bones.

Inuyasha closed his eyes, letting his ears guide him; being here now, he felt disgusted.

They were on a mission to bring someone back from the dead. No one should ever come back from the dead. Not Kikyo. Not his father. No one. He remembered the day Kikyo was brought back, seeing her there filled him with such an intense feeling of joy and amazement. He remembered Kaede telling him to kill Kikyo, that she was never meant to come back, that it was a mistake. He couldn't do it, all he thought was that Kikyo was there, how could this be a mistake, she was trying to kill him, but she was here.

He also remembers the second time Kikyo died. She was in his arms. Her skin was cold. Not because she was dying, but because she was already dead. Her skin made of grave yard soil, ashes, and bones. How could she possibly produce heat? He remembers that she died with a smile on her face, happy tears had somehow streamed through her dead eyes. At the time he thought it had been because of him, because they were finally together, if only for just a moment. But then she kissed him. . .

It was the moment they're lips touched that Inuyasha realized the truth behind her tears. She was tired. Tired of walking in a feeling-less body, tired of being empty, of not having a purpose in life. She was tired of stealing the souls of people she had once protected. She was tired of her rebirth. And in those final moments as he felt the stinging contact of his warm lips against her cold ones he realized, Kikyo wasn't crying for him. No the tears she shed were of joy, happiness, relief, and the very thing she had waited for, for so long.

Death. . .

This realization brought Inuyasha to despising the process of bringing a soul from hell. In all his long lived half breed life he had hoped to never see such a thing happen to anyone again, especially not someone he cared for. That's when his old man was brought back. Although his old man hadn't suffered the same as Kikyo, he still suffered,- suffers. He swore after that, he swore to never let another person go through the suffering of an unnatural rebirth. Everyone who is brought back suffers differently but they all still suffer. So being here now filled him with nothing but self loathing.

"We're here."

Withdrawing from his thoughts, Inuyasha opened his eyes, as soon as his golden orbs took sight of the bone, he glared. "Don't tell me it's another Totosai," he groaned. The house was a single giant bone head, much similar to the one that Totosai had, and still lives in. The sight itself very much reminded him of the head of his father in the graveyard at the edge of the underworld. The armor clad from head to toe bone of his father. The very same father that stands at his side now, resurrected from his death.

"How do you know my Grandfather?" The voice of a little boy asked, drawing Inuyasha out of his thoughts. A puff of smoke appeared at the entrance of the bone cave, bouncing out came a little boy dawned with long white hair and a pure whit robe. He stared blankly, "hello, what can I do for you?" Shippo stared in shock 'a kid' he thought. "A kid," Shippo silently echoed his own thoughts out loud.

"Yes, a child," Myouga answered, "don't worry," he told him, "looks can be quite deceiving." Myouga hoped off of Kirara and onto Shippo's flesh, slowly making his way to the boy. "Daichi! Daichi it's me, Myouga!" He shouted, "don't you remember!" Myouga continued to hop his way over, panting as he made his way over. "Daichi!"

The boy, Daichi, looked emotionlessly at the flea panting on his robe sleeve and said with equal expression, "Myouga, it has been a while, you do not look well." "It's nothing to worry about," Myouga huffed, hoarding the air around him, "it's just old age, that's all." Daichi just nodded as if he were in a daze as his piercing iris green eyes analyzed his old friends appearence. It has been a long time since the last time they've seen eachother. 900 years. Daichi himself, should have the appearance of an older man, but because of his blood, he has aged much, much slower than any demon.

"Daichi, old friend, I'm afraid I must ask you for a favor."

"Where is the object required?" Daichi asked. The five more humanized demons stood together in a circle. In the middle of the circle standing on his bare feet was Daichi, ready to do the ritual.

Shippo, who was in between Sesshomaru and Kouga pulled out the bag that he tied to his belt loop, hesitantly giving it to the appearing younger boy. He stopped before he managed to give it to him, 'what's this bad feeling?' Shippo thought. "Kit," he heard Sesshomaru, "why are you hesitating?" Shippo looked back, "I have a bad feeling about this."

It had become well known throughout the years of being together that the young Kitsune instincts were almost always right. Usually if he said something didn't feel right the others would either be on guard or leave before trouble finds their way. So it came shocking to the young demon when he heard a "no" come from the first demon lord. "No," Shippo echoed in disbelief, Inu Taisho nodded, although he knew of how good the Kitsune instincts are he also knew of how they work, and if the others were to find out he knew they would find a way to end the ritual. Ending the demon race and possibly the world.

"But-" Shippo began, but was cut off by the deadly glare he was receiving from the lord. The fox looked at the mirror, still grasped in his hand, slowly unwrapping it's confinements. The pale white glass was cold in his hands. The broken reflection in the shattered mirror reminded him too much of the pain of the past, all that's lost, all that could have been saved. 'We're going to regret this,' he thought as he gave the object away. Daichi placed the mirror on the floor in front of it

"We shall begin."

"Vitam, pacem interitum, amore, odio."

Both hands cut out in a palm above the mirror. Kanna's mirror pulsed under his small hand, crystal clear shards changing into an obsidian black. The now black shards began to liquefy until the dark matter reached the shadows of the men who formed the circle. The liquid formed a circle in front of the pack. The base of the mirror burst in a sliver white light. White spheres filled the room like stars.

"Deos mortis, inferno, odio, desperato.

Deos vitam caeli, amor et gaudium."

The light and dark merged together in a twist of yin and yang. Merging as one to form a barrier around Daichi and the mirror, which glowed with a brighter intensity.

"Peto a vobis, ut hoc ab anima ad manus habes."

A black light fell over one hand, a white light upon the other. Daichi brought both of his hands together as he spoke, forming a much similar image to the barrier. When his hands were spread out again the image of the yin-yang lights were replaced with a white and black scaled sword.

"Et consilium dare fatis fates RESCRIBO ad eam novum."

With both hands, he thrust his sword to the center of the mirror. Lights of black and white burst out. "Daichi!" Myouga yelled from a small corner with Kirara, "grab the soul!" Daichi nodded, one hand let go of the hilt of the sword to reach into the mixed lights, 'where is her soul.' His hands searched for the desired soul. Guided only by it's relations and left over essence. His hand threaded through the many souls left in the mirror until finally it reached its objective. His hand made contact with the soul.

The light of the soul burned.

A multiple amount of souls surrounded the one in his hands, burning him, pulling the soul to them and away from him. He pulled, fighting with the soul and its companions. They pulled and burned, still he fought for the soul until eventually the souls didn't fight. He pulled the soul in his hand to bring it to it's rebirth. The soul was large. When the full soul made its way out it had started to thrash and glow. It seemed like when the soul glowed the souls still locked in the mirror came bursting out untamed.

'Something's wrong.' Sesshomaru thought, seeing Daichi struggle with the souls. He looked around to his companions. His eye landed on Kouga and realization hit him. He sped over to the wolf, eyes glowing a demonic red as he pinned the wolf to the bone made wall by his neck. "What did you do!" He growled. Kouga smirked, finding the whole situation amusing despite the fact the other demon could no doubted, snap his neck at any second. "I don't know what your talking about."

Before the irritated demon could do anymore damage to the wolf he felt two other energy sources flying towards his direction. He jumped out before it could hit him, leaving the force of the two impacts to strike Kouga. The two energies burst upon impact. When the two collided Sesshomaru hadn't found the wolf with any injury but he did find a certain kitsune and half-breed standing in front of the wolf.

"Thanks for the save but I don't need your help," Kouga told the two. Shippo looked back at the wolf grinning, "come on Kouga, are you saying you don't really need us, I'm wounded." He said with mock hurt. Kouga glared, "no, I don't need your help so let me handle it and leave." Inuyasha mentally rolled his eyes at his rival 'what a dumbass.' "Why don't you shut up, will ya?" He told the wolf, "if Sesshomaru wants to fight you there's no way you can handle him on your own so just accept our damn help."

Sesshomaru observed the trio in interest, taking matters in his own hands seeing as how he was doing nothing. 'Why are they defending the wolf?' Sesshomaru thought, 'they shouldn't be defending him unless. . .' "Inuyasha, Shippo," he said, calling out for the tow individuals attention. "Why have you all conspired against our cause?" Shippo rubbed the back of his neck nervously at his intense stare, feeling as if he were under trial, "well you see um..." A nervous rushed to his palms, he felt just like a kid again.

"We're not letting you use Kagome!" Inuyasha shouted, seeing as Shippo wasn't going to answer anytime soon. "It's for the good of all," Sesshomaru defended, never once losing his composure. "It's torture!" Inuyasha countered.

"Enough!"

Inu Taisho looked at them all.

"It doesn't matter now,

the souls have escaped..."