Shirosaki's POV:

Can I die yet? It hurts. I'm tired. My pain is superficial. It means nothing. This depression I have is self induced, but it still hurts. There are tears rolling down my pale white cheeks that I wasn't even aware of. I'm a broken horse that my King no longer needs. I fight with him so he knows I'm still here. Still fighting to stay alive... but I think I've lost the fight. So...

Can I die yet? The agony of the voices in my head screaming how worthless I am sinks in deep and I'm tempted to take Zangetsu's blade and stab myself with it. But it's not with me anymore. Zangetsu took it from me after he knew what I was going to do. So I'm left with scratching my arms until I bleed. I'm left to hit my head against the sky scrapers of your inner world in a way to put myself to sleep.

So I ask again; Can I die yet? I know you won't answer me. You can't even hear me. But that's because I won't ever tell you. You know, when I first met you King. I didn't have a hole in my chest. Did you know, I didn't want to fight you. I've always wanted to make you stronger, but you never understood it. I said brash things so you wouldn't get close to me, because deep down I knew somewhere along the way you'd find out what I am. I'm not just a hollow. I'm a leech. And I'm disgusting. I was using you for power, to survive, but now I don't want to. I've taken in all your ugly emotions, but the worst of them all is your depression. I sucked it up and it's made me think. And this thinking and driven me mad to the point I'm hearing voices in my head. To the point where I want to die

So...Can I die yet? I can feel you coming into your inner world, I wonder if you heard my question. I run. I run into the blackness of your soul, a place where you won't go. I don't want you to see me. I don't want you to see this weak pathetic thing I've become. ...Oh... You just wanted to see Zangetsu. I laugh. How pathetic, I thought you heard me, but you didn't. That's right, you hate me, and I love you. Isn't it weird? A hollow, loving a soul reaper?

Can I die yet? My wrist are itching, demanding I claw at them. Demanding I draw my own blood. The voices are screaming I should die. I bang my head against the window of the sky scraper hard enough I feel dizzy, but the voices don't stop. Tears are still pouring from my eyes. I'm still crying. My chest is constricting painfully. It hurts. I don't like it. I want it to stop...

Can I die yet? Can I die and take all your ugly emotions with me? So that you'll still feel okay? Die so that when they're all gone you don't have to worry about me? So that Zangetsu won't have to worry about me?

Can I die yet? Agony is burning through my chest, and so I look. There's a hole in the center. King I'm scared. I scream. I scream until my vocal cords snap and I'm left mute. I'm in pain, so much pain. And I hear foot steps. I wonder... are they yours king?

Can I die yet? I have no will to continue living. I don't want to be a full hollow. King... can you end me? I look up at I see it is you. Reach out for you and you don't move you just stare at me with disdain. So pull back and look away in shame. I write on the window, using what little left of my power I had to ask the one question I've been asking.

"Can I die yet?"