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      ✘ He shook his head — he didn’t feel like speaking anymore, silent as a sullen Spirit. Where he lived, in the Soul Society, everyone stayed away from the place, or they didn’t know where Ichigo was at, because he could shut off his spirit energy.

      ✘ The slightest glance was cast in the other’s direction, as if he didn’t even care about the topic, dismissing it. It was indeed, something he disliked to think about. The only way he felt safe, was to be apart, isolated form it all.

Ichigo could sense the other’s reluctance to answer with words, so he decided not to push the issue any more. Whatever sort of anomaly he was was unknown to the Kurosaki delinquent, but there was one thing he did know. He did not like it, and a subconscious dread began to well up inside of him, starting to gnaw away at his mind.

     “Well, want to tell me more about what you do do with your time, then?" 

     Getting this man to talk seemed like a task in itself, but by now, he was far too invested in trying to figure the whole situation out to walk away and pretend he’d never met his double in the first place.