muerdemâ:
              â.. did i hit a soft spot?â inquired in a low lyricism, mockinglyy haunting cadence floating upon the winds like a lance of the forgotten. it was scarcely even so much as an address towards the lesser, drifting away like a plume of winter air to nothing in particular; such lax courtesy was not the result of vulgarity or rudeness, but dominance. âyouâre too easy.â each placated silence that resided between them deserted, haunted, flowing freely from the space with the otherworldly sway and arctic temperature like the ghost of a long-deceased. âif it wasnât for tier harribel. you wouldnât even be here. i made it by fighting my way through â baraggan louisenbairnâs rank. but you ; you were handed a free pass.â
Mila glared down at the smaller Arrancar, gaze sharp and piercing. He was really starting to get to her and it was showing. Even when she thought she was getting the upper hand vocally for once, it wasnât getting to Ggio at all. And that pissed her off. Mila stepped forward, closer to Ggio, and grabbed him by the hem of his top. With a forceful tug she got close so she could glare him in the eyes. âListen here you little shit. We all had to fight to survive in this damn world. Me even being here means I had to go through the exact same shit you did. You ainât special. You can act like it all you want, but youâre not. Youâre just like everyone else here. 1 out of a thousand damned souls who got lucky enough to beat the other Hollows. We all fought to get where we are. I just happened to do it that didnât land me as someone elseâs bitch.â












