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The air was silent, perhaps it would be better if there was just a simple sob? Perhaps from that woman, no Orihime, that might have been a small condolence.
“Do I frighten you, woman?” came the voice of a man, cold expression on the outside, yet so very broken on the inside. Not just physically, but mentally, something he would never admit.
With a tearful expression, the girl replied with a soft “...no...”
Why did it have to be like this? He was just starting to understand, starting to make plans and thoughts about changing... He slowly extended his hand to her, ever so slowly, in a desperate vain attempt to make this peace last...just a little longer.
And like the sands of time, his body began to dissolve and float away, some would mistake it as beautiful, but the orange haired duo looked only upon it as sadness. “I guess this is it for me...” he whispered, extending his hand closer and closer, just...just a few more minutes...
Orihime's fingers almost made contact with the pale set, before they turned to dust. Unshead tears in her eyes threatened to fall as she desperately tried to grasp the ever-disintegrating hand.
Ichigo didn't want this to end, not like this anyway. But the arrancar had to uphold his dignity and manner, right until the end.
Something that was never heard, but was said was just a simple string of words.
“...I am so sorry...for all this to happen...”