Prayer of the Refugee (Rise Against)
Everything we worked for, everything we fought for, was gone. A pile of rubble. The war ended in our defeat, and we're left with nothing but debris of the lives we used to live.
But I'll stay strong. For me. But mostly for him. We were so busy trying to get rid of the shinigami back then. Trying to pull up the nails that kept the floor beneath their feet. It was better then…
The time when our lives were so much better is just a haunting memory now, slowly driving him insane.
I pull him into my lap as we sat by the dying embers of our latest fire.
I'll be strong. I don't need anyone to hold me up. It's my job to hold Ulquiorra up instead. I'll stay strong, just so he will too.