Lost
Life seems to envelop a person, no matter if they're dead or alive, if they're young or old, if they're away from home, if they're Rukia.
Rukia's eyes fix solidly at a point in time when she remembers herself, where she knows, utterly knows, where her heart lies.
This place, the human world, exists for her eyes to tilt a downcast smile onwards; she exists to protect, to envelop it in her arms so that the sands of time are evenly balanced.
Balance: it's an undeniable factor in Rukia's life; her mind is a balance; she lives to balance and be balanced by life.
But Rukia cannot know where she's lost her balance, her footing in life as she knows it, cannot know that when she enters Soul Society she has left behind a world where she has grown attached.
And now Rukia's lost and she's enveloped, unbalanced, misplaced from a place she doesn't yet know she loves.