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XII. "Unexpected"
"Unexpectedly, it suits you."
Ulquiorra remembered telling her that the first time he saw her in her white Arrancar robes. He had meant it, too, and it was the first bit of honesty he'd bestowed upon her. He suspected they looked so good on her because the white made her into the likeness of an angel. He supposed it matched her personality.
Why was it, then, that now he could not say the same? Now that she was an Arrancar, just like him. That little hole, only slightly smaller than his, where her heart used to be seemed so… appalling. What made it that way?
This was a question that a logical thinker like Ulquiorra could pine over for years. It wasn't until late one night, lying in her bed with her head on his chest, that he realized the answer. The unstained, white robes hadn't matched her, they'd matched her heart. And now that her heart was gone, so too was her purity.