“Saving them is one thing you are another. Note this Kurosaki I am a Quincy and even though my blood is not as strong as Ryuken’s I still hate a shinigami as much as he does if not more. Yes it was thanks to you I met Rukia and it was thanks to you that I got so close to Orihime, but do you think I like watching you make her suffer the way you do? In what way would I have a good memory if you are in them all hurting those you want to protect?”
“Make her suffer?"
What the hell was he jabbering about? The adolescent Kurosaki couldn’t help but feel taken aback. Hurting those that he loved? Was this just a plot to get to him, or was Ishida actually speaking some truth into his words? Since day one, his intentions had always been to protect those that he loved without fail. And whether or not the Quincy was speaking the truth, his heart panged with a sharp ache at the thought of putting his friends through pain.
