[His fingers halt their exploration the instant that Jyuushiko's breath stills and her muscles contract under his touch. Her hesitation is clear enough even without the ability to closely read her reiatsu - the tentative hand on his back enough of a message in itself.

He doesn't argue with her words - he doesn't have the energy - although he knows that it was his error; his failure. She had not let herself be distracted by Starrk's Resurreccion form, and yet he had been too busy watching the garganta to protect her as she had protected him.

There's a long moment in which Shunsui doesn't move; doesn't speak - just breathes in the scent of her hair, now damp from his tears. It's entirely selfish, and he knows it - her physical presence as reassuring to him right now as her reiatsu alone would normally be. A moment more, and he pulls her closer with as much strength as he has left before letting his hand fall away from the bandages and releasing her entirely.]

Yama-jii would say-

[There's a forced lightness to his tone but he doesn't finish the sentence, and he's grateful for the fact that his hair is unbound and uncombed.]

I should have used bankai.