REQUIEM FOR THE LOST ONES

The Winter War. It had lasted through the whole season, going on through the cold and tainting the summer's rays with the blood of countless souls. It had stolen so many lives…so many beings, human and hollow and shinigami and crossbreed alike…so many friends and allies and poor foes that fate had pitted him against for no good reason. It weighed so heavily on his soul, his mongrel, chaotic mix of a soul…the warrior's spirit that had been broken and patched so many times to forge onward…it was completely gone now. His body was a mess of scars, and his mind was held together only by self-righteous ideals and the last shreds of will he possessed. So many lives…

-step off the moon and fall into forever-