The demons knew what he felt for you, Kikyo. So they made me. He was a broken man, a husk who was better off dead. He gave his body to demons so that he could take a form you loved. But I... I hated those emotions. I hated them because I knew they could never be returned. It made me weak. It brought us so much pain...

[ Naraku buried his head in his arms, propped up by his knees. ]

So I saw the Shikon no Tama. I thought it was the only way I could ever forget what I felt for you. But... here we are. In this world. This hell.