You're going to die anyway. Conserve your energy and try to linger on for a moment longer. She had tears in her eyes.
Why was she crying?
It doesn't matter. He knows now that he really knows nothing, but he is sure that the tears she shed for him were wasted. Wasted on an unusually lucky rookie who got in over his head. Wasted in the face of whatever it was calling for her, pulling her back to that place she came from, the place that sent blood-related assassins to retrieve her. Her own brother. Bastard.
And then there was that unusually lucky rookie, on the ground with his life seeping away, powerless to do anything but watch her go and hate her most of all for giving up on him. He decides he will not waste any energy deciding which hurt more: His mortal wound or her response to it. He knows her reactions well, because this is how she seems to respond to everything. Save the boy. Save the boy. Save the boy.
Or both boys. He cannot see Ishida, but that cocky bastard is lying someplace near, probably dying or dead already. Sticking out his neck for nothing. Dumbass. But right now Ichigo lacks the strength to call out to him, to discern his progress toward oblivion.
Now that's just messed up. Of all the people he could end up dying with. . . But then, maybe it's not so strange. Of all the people he could have ended up living with, it had to be a tiny shinigami with a bad attitude.
And tears in her eyes the last time he would ever see her. He knew she cared, of course. But stupid, oblivious him, he never imagined the extent of her care. He wishes he had not seen it. It would have been easier if she were merely indifferent. But no. She would not have gone so far, acted so carelessly—and it was careless, you could see it in the redhead's face—if she didn't give a damn how and when he died. But she did, and whatever crime she committed has become worse. She may very well be returning to Soul Society to be killed herself.
Yet another example of Kuchiki Rukia hurling herself into the path of a bus for the sake of Kurosaki Ichigo.
And he can't even repay her. He wonders why it is so important now, after all this time. heir short months together afforded plenty of time for him to show her he was at least grateful for the gift—and it was a gift—she had given him. And yet he never did anything but bitch at her, really. Even more than she bitched at him. He gets the feeling that in some ways, they have both completely failed each other. At least one of them should survive this, but it doesn't look like that will happen now. He closes his eyes. He doesn't have the strength to weep for her. But in the dimming light, he is certain that if he could, he would.
I'm so sorry, Rukia.
A/N: Regarding the first line, taken directly from a scanalation of the manga instead of the anime, I debated for a while which translation to use. I decided on the item from the manga because the majority of my stories are cannon the the manga and not the anime. Also, I feel the anime softens the statement. In the anime she's begging. In the manga she's ordering. Which one is more like her? As always, the manga is. In my opinion, anyway.