Yachiru Retsu looks up at him, curious, pondering... "You are like me."
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" IS THAT SO ? " THE MANNER IN WHICH HE SPEAKS IN , at first , clipped . a knife put to words , sparing a Shinigami the lash of his boundless cruelty . her presence can be felt immediately , as one could attune themselves to the very sensation of a reaper's force . for one as fearsome as Quilge would venture , she is far ... smaller than he'd guessed . dark eyes unwavering ------ a slight smile . he has heard of this one , prior . long before this war began . blood-soaked whispers .
he gauges her a moment , an arm resting at his hilt . his shadow , unnervingly pitch atop the glittering snow . " and , in what manner do you think that would be , shinigami ? "
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