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There was no beating around the bush, Shinji was sure his luck had ran out with this war. Sure it was over and he lived to see the end of it… but he wasn’t going to be around to help clean up. He wouldn’t make it home to the family. But strangely enough… he didn’t feel too distraught by it. If anything he felt content.
“Heh… don’t get all dramatic Kurosaki…” He teased quietly, “ we all gotta face the music sometime… guess it’s jus my time. Jus do me a favor an’ keep an eye on the Hiyori and the others fer me…”
“Unohana’s dead…” The visored leader retorted simply, “and there’s not much else that can be done Ichigo.”
He knew he was ‘flaking out’ as the teen had put it but at this point Shinji was tired, emotionally and physically.
“Just please do that one thing fer me…”
He wasn’t sure where to start, at the hard truth that yet another captain was dead, or the fact that everyone’s lives would be put in jeopardy because it was the captain of the Fourth Division that they had lost. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, all things had gone to hell. And above all, the feeling of being completely powerless to stop it was worse than anything else. He couldn’t let his comrades die. Not now. Not like this.
His jaw locking, he looked the blond dead in the eyes.

“…I’ll look out for them, but I’m not going to forgive you if you just leave all of us behind.”
It should’ve hurt. It should’ve stung to hear those words… but to the blond it brought him a strange relief. The visored...
He wasn’t sure where to start, at the hard truth that yet another captain was dead, or the fact that everyone’s lives...