![]() ![]() ![]() Now the tips of her six white wings were gone, and the circlet of bone in her hair began to fade, and her perpetual smile took on an exhausted quality. How could he hate someone who had tried so desperately to understand him? Before she’d said that true happiness was having nothing to lose, and he realized she’d lost something a long time ago. Before she’d curled up against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Before she’d laughingly told him there was no meaning in the world with something like pain in her slate gray eyes. He ought to be happy that he’d never have to see the woman’s empty smile again.Īnd he might have been, before he got to know her.īefore she’d asked him about the heart. He ought to be glad, knowing he was free. Taken him from his home and his friends and locked him in a tower like some fairy tale princess. And perhaps the last part was somewhat true, given the overwhelming sorrow he felt watching the hollow woman’s body disintegrate. ![]() Ulquiorra Cifer expected his time in Las Noches to be cold, lonely, perilous and taxing on his mental health. ![]()
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