[Shunsui is silent while she speaks, making no attempt to answer until he knows she's done. He doesn't interrupt even when her voice cracks and the fluctuations in her reiatsu puncture the weak fog of his own.

There's another attempt to summon the tatters of his own spiritual pressure, but even as he gathers it he can feel it slipping away through his fingers, damped down by Minazuki and the lingering effects of Unohana's kidou-reinforced medication. He doesn't release Jyuushiko or move his head from wher it rests against hers, but he looks over at the polished wooden chest in the corner of the room and at the two blades that are laid out neatly on the closed lid.

I know you broke the rules once already today, beautiful. But please ask them to stop. She needs me whole.

To Jyuushiko he just sighs, his breath stirring her hair gently and his eyes closing with a slight frown.]

Stop it, Jyuu. This isn't something you can fix.

[There's a long pause then, and his mind flickers back to Aizen, briefly - to Yama-jii and the others - but he pushes the thought away as fast as it appears.]

You're alive. Kuchiki is alive. Give her time. That's all.