[She doesn't try to rise, doesn't even meet his eyes as she speaks, voice shaky]
Sensei is... is dead too, Shunsui.
[She had cried when Retsu had told her, clinging to her friend until she was coughing blood again, but while her voice cracks, she doesn't cry now. Her reiatsu is a dark storm, though, focused inwards - she has gleaned enough to know how her mentor died, and she blames herself - for not paying close enough attention, for not getting that little blond Arrancar before he got her.]
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Date: 2010-08-10 02:07 am (UTC)Sensei is... is dead too, Shunsui.
[She had cried when Retsu had told her, clinging to her friend until she was coughing blood again, but while her voice cracks, she doesn't cry now. Her reiatsu is a dark storm, though, focused inwards - she has gleaned enough to know how her mentor died, and she blames herself - for not paying close enough attention, for not getting that little blond Arrancar before he got her.]