Orihime loved to cook.

To prepare the delicious meal for her friends, usually according to her own inventiveness than a concrete recipe, made her happy. If needed, however, she was able to act due to the specific tips, as well, and select the ingredients as smoothly as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Orihime had an absolute memory.

She didn't score the best marks due to her fantasy only. She didn't have many friends to spend her days and evenings with, so she had enough time to study, although, in fact, she remembered everything from the school already. The words she once heard kept remaining in her head, and she was able to recall them any moment.

Above all, Orihime had a heart.

It was her own heart, beating for her friends. It was the heart she shared with her friends, just like they shared their hearts with her. And there was yet another heart, entrusted to her by the strangest being of the universe.

You should be able to return him to his original form even if his body was completely destroyed.

Orihime was standing on the broken dome of the impressive palace of Las Noches. Never calming wind blew about her torn outfit. An eternal moon cast the moving shadows on the grey floor by her feet. All around her - invisible, but already within the reach of her hands - were the ingredients of the creation she was to prepare. She knew what she had to do...

You still don't know all there is to know about your powers. There is definitely a way for you to fight.

For so many times, Orihime had heard that she couldn't fight. That she wasn't suited for fighting. The thing wasn't her power, but the very core of her personality. She hated the fight, she negated it, she kept undoing its consequences. She reversed the time and the space. That was all she could do. She knew what she had to do...

It doesn't matter what people say it should be. What's important is how you want it to be.

She knew what she wanted to do.

She didn't knew why, but it didn't matter. She was only a tool of some greater will and purpose. She consented to take that power and to shape the reality with her own desire. She didn't understand that power, but she let it act through her. She didn't ask anything, she didn't say anything. Power inside of her knew what was right, and Orihime knew she wanted to see him once more. That she wouldn't let him turn to nothing. Perhaps she wanted to ask him why had he entrusted his heart to her.

He was an Arrancar, he was an Espada. He was the follower of Aizen. It didn't matter. She wasn't afraid of him, although he enforced the obedience with the impassive words. She didn't have any grudge against him, although he couldn't understand her. She felt for him, for he didn't know what he really was.

She wanted to give him a chance to find himself in the void.

She closed her eyes and knelt down on the broken dome, that was neither cold, nor warm. The wind gently blew around her body. The moon caressed her hair with its silver light. She smiled and released her true power.

She knew that, after the eternity passed, she would see the oval of his face, pale as a moon, fringed with the black hair like the shreds of the jealous night.

That she would touch the cold marble of his face, this time much more gentle than before.

That he would open his eyes, the only stars in Hueco Mundo.

And she would say, "Come with me... Ulquiorra."