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My arms and chest were exploding with pain. My chest felt like it was going to implode from both the physical pain of my wounds and from the loss of Lilynette. My blood was seeping onto the rubble on which I lay. I felt tired, far more tired than usual. I could still hear my last remaining comrade fighting.

"This has gone on long enough." I had tunnel vision now. Every sound echoed around me. I could hear Aizen's footsteps, the weight of the power he held back. The anger and contempt in his heart was reflected in every aspect of him. The way he walked, the very sound of his footsteps. I could see it now. I had been blinded by my gratitude. He was the man who helped ease the pain of my loneliness. This faith and devotion was gone completely now.
I felt the strike against Halibel. It burned, twisted and killed another part of my soul. It was quickly replaced by something new, something I had only just truly started to feel today. Hatred. For the man, for his principles, for his deception. From the ground he touched to the earth he polluted with his presence. I had never much cared for Baraggan, but he was a powerful ally and an asset to Aizen's goal, having power, knowledge, loyal followers and experience made him a good ally to have in the throes of the constant power struggle of Las Noches. However, Halibel was different. Unlike Baraggan, who demanded respect from others, she got her respect from actions. She was one of the few people who would let me laze about in our free time instead of constantly training to the ground like the rest. She was tolerant if you gave her space and showed no disrespect to her or her fraccion.

To see him stand there calmly and even willingly kill a valuable ally disgusted me to no end. He lead us here. He knew what was going to happen. He had never been wrong before, he was a planner, one who made it his business to make things go in accordance to his ways. He made us engines of death, tools for his own amusement and personal gain. We were killers of the killed, transformed and given the purpose of killing those that have yet to be killed.

I was too angry to take my final sleep. I was too scared of being alone to pass on. I closed my eyes and focused.

"My regenerative abilities weren't the best, but given the low number of injuries I have, if I do this right and if I'm lucky, I could survive this," I thought. I started diverting all my reiatsu to heal my wounds, eventually reverting back to my unreleased form.

After a small pep talk and a whole world of pain I picked myself up from the rubble of the house had been lying in. My chest hurt like hell and arm had a nasty cut on the outside. I started to walk and immediately regretted that decision. I had nearly forgotten the stab wound in my foot. I looked around and limped to the living room, in search for a tall floor lamp. My efforts were rewarded when I found my prize. I ripped off the land shade, unscrewed the bulb, ripped off the power cord and took off the base, making it into a glorified walking stick. I steadily made my way to the door and went outside.

I looked up to see the captains of the Soul Society going up against Aizen, Gin and Tousen. I ignored the chaos and rage of war in the sky above and started my march towards the area where Halibel was cut down.

"Oh, how I hate pain," I lamented in the privacy of my mind. Each step was agony. I could only divert so much of my regenerative power to my foot, if I focused on it too much I would start bleeding from my more severe wounds. I could barely stop the bleeding. I started a cadence in my head for each mind-numbingly painful step.

"One… Two… Three… One… Two… Three…" I thought. Over and over again. I couldn't count how many times I thought that. How many times my foot exploded with pain. How my chest felt like it was going to burst and implode all at once. I eventually started to feel water on the ground. I was getting close. The water stung the gash in my foot, increasing the pain tenfold. I started to shiver violently from the low temperature of the water, it was starting to rise as I got to the epicenter of the destruction. By now it was almost up to my knee. I continued my dead man's march, groaning and griping about it and every step I took. My legs started shaking I felt the water creep upwards on my body, slowly stinging wounds I didn't even realise I had. Even now I have no clue how I found the strength to walk, let alone practically come back from death's embrace on my own.

Broken buildings surrounded me as far as my eyes could see. In the aftermath of the savage battle, I found a sort of arcane, dark and instinctual beauty in the scene before me. I stopped and gawked at the destruction, the water now reaching my waist. The area looked as if Ragnarok had come and unleashed it full fury upon the world. The water was calm and still, reflecting the azure sky above. It looked as if this place was connected to the heavens. It felt… sacred. I couldn't hear the destruction behind me. It was silent and still. Every so often I'd see and outcropping of rubble from the battle that took place here. I went and waded to the nearest one and painfully climbed on top of it. I took a moment to inspect myself. The gash in my arm was almost healed. I smiled grimly," If that captain hadn't made such clean cuts, I'd probably be in a lot worse pain right now." My foot was also faring better, though because of my pulling away from his sword, I made the slash tear off more flesh, making it harder to heal.

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I snapped out of my self examination when I felt it. It was Halibel's reiatsu.

"She must have also started regenerating," I thought. I looked towards the place where her energy was coming from, it appeared she was near the heart of the former urban area of the town. I sighed,"I'm going to have to keep walking. I don't have the strength necessary for sonido yet. This is going to be a long walk."

I slowly climbed down from my pedestal of rubble and continued my cantankerous, spite-filled walk to find Halibel.

It was getting harder to keep my footing in the water. The uneven terrain and my shaking legs were a perfect match for failure. It was taking more energy to move the pole in my hands than to move my legs. The thought of just swimming ran across my mind, but I decided against it seeing as how then all my wounds would be submerged under the water. Judging from the pain from the ones on my legs, I would probably black out from the pain the cuts in my chest would give me.

The walk was boring and hellish. It frustrated me that the one time I wanted to have my strength was the time when it abandoned me. I walked for what felt like hours. My breath burned in my lungs and after exhaling I would find myself nearly blacking out.

Then things went from hellish to absolute hell. My pole slipped, making me lose my balance. As I tumbled face first into the water I screamed with the voices of the damned as pain wracked my body. My chest exploded, my arm was alight with freezing pain, the pain in my leg intensified to heights I had yet to feel in my life. I lost control of my reiatsu as I clawed and struggled fruitlessly in the water. My energy went out of control, breaking the walls of building adjacent to me and pushing all the water that was surrounding me away. The brief moment of relief was soon gone as the water swept back in at me with more force, dragging me under and slamming me to the ground. Though my bones ached, though my mind was shattered, though I was nearly out of energy I stood up again. I shivered from the cool air and the water on my skin and in my hair. I was bleeding again, not as severely but still enough that if left unattended I would be endangering my existence.

I took a moment and concentrated. I had barely any reiatsu left. I was too weak to go into my released state and be healed completely. I put all my remaining energy into regeneration. If I was attacked now I would be dead. I continued my march towards death. I didn't want to die alone. To have all my dreams and ambitions lost to the wind. I still had things to do, things to experience, dreams to have, naps to sleep.

"This is without a doubt, the worst day ever," I groaned,"First I have to fight those two captains, then those masked shinigami, Lilynette died, and now I'm on the verge of death. What a pain… Why couldn't I have just slept in?"

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