Nnoitra doesn’t get WHY she’s asking him that-- it doesn’t make sense to him why it would matter to her, unless its another one of her attempts to somehow prove she’s right and he’s wrong; if things weren’t different now, he might be inclined to just bluntly ask what business it is of hers? But... bah, even supposing she were asking with ulterior motives in mind, he can’t be bothered to sit here and overthink it; maybe once he would’ve, spinning it in his head every which way, making himself sick over it, but that version of him died, just like she said.
“--They ain’t changed, it was jus’ like I’d expected it ta be,” the former Espada states easily, barely giving her more than a dismissive glance. “If I had any regrets in that moment, they weren’t ‘bout how I died.”
He isn’t just blowing smoke either-- he’d died exactly how he’d always wanted, so he couldn’t have asked for anything better, on that front; his only desire in that final instant had been wishing he could’ve held out just a little longer, had his fight continue a while more... all things considered, his frustration aside... it was a fun fight. He won’t tell her that though, because its too personal, and she isn’t the type that would know what that feeling is like anyway; it would be a waste of both of their times. So, instead he just grins and shrugs.
“Hah? I’m still ME, Nelliel-- ya think a bit’a dyin’s enough ta turn me sentimental?” he snorts with amusement, waving her away with a spidery hand, before adding, still grinning widely: “There ain’t no ‘salvation’, but death?-- It ain’t half bad, ya know.”
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