"Either you move on and live in the Soul Society or you sit here and fester on your meaningless unfinished business and turn into a hollow," Chessebelle stared with cold blue eyes towards the crying spirit before her, blubbering about how her husband and children can't survive without her. "Needless to say, if you turn into a hollow, you will be exterminated accordingly." The woman's sobs were quieted for a moment, raising her puffy face from her hands and looking at Chessebelle with such helplessness that it made the shinigami's stomach turn.
"You can't possibly understand what's happening! My family needs me! I can't just leave them to fend for themselves! I have to watch over little Jusuke, he never even learned to tie his shoes. And Kohana always asked me how I braided my hair but I never had the time to show her my technique. My dear Tamao would always bring me something from his walk home from work, whether it was a flower on the side of the road or a magazine he thought I might like... I can't just leave them!"
The twelfth division member knew a lost cause when she saw one, and after the spirit's first sentence she had begun walking away. The spirit was hysterically screaming at the woman's back, desperately wanting her to give her some words of comfort or at least some instruction on what to do next.
She had died in the hospital from complications after a routine surgery. Her family hadn't been at her bedside when it happened, all of them at school or work because of the trust they had put into her doctors. She was heartbroken, lost, confused, and most of all lonely.
Chessebelle never understood the purpose of konso duty-she would much rather do almost anything else. It was a fruitless task that gave her no sense of reward, no sense of purpose. In fact, performing konso for these ungrateful souls was her least favorite task she's ever had to do. She'd rather the souls rot and turn into hollows. At least hollows were supposed to be stupid and only driven by the need to feed, they were easy to understand and easy to dispose of. She made it a rule for herself to not force a soul into konso; why waste her time as well as an unwilling spirit's.
Even while she walked away, she could feel the woman's eyes on her as she blubbered outside of her family's home. Chessebelle chanced a glance over her shoulder at her, puffy eyes still willing her to come back and explain the soul's options once more-almost as if she was rethinking what Chessebelle had told her.
The white-haired shinigami made her departure, leaving the spirit to its own undoing.