"Oh I know you. Let's see…the dangerous hollow who worked with a traitorous shinigami. Goes by the name is Ulquiorra Cifer. You were ranked number four and you much to our surprise you survived a battle between Ichigo in his final form. You have stayed here for over a month now and it seems that a girl has taken kindly to you. Though everyone worriers about your presence, the captain has trusted you strangely enough to let you say; and you dare show your face. Yeah, I'd say I know quite a lot about you."

He walked a step closer, so now I was able to see him more clearly.

"You haven't met me before obviously, so I will tell you who I am; after all it seems we may as well get to know each other. The names Urahara Kisuke. Does that answer your question?"

"I guess so. Seems as though you had a grudge on me from the very beginning."

"Not a grudge espada, but a simple intention to keep a fair eye on you."

"If you want to earn my trust shinigami, going ahead and insulting me with a name I do not wish to be associated with; is not a good start."

"But it is not about the trust I must earn from you, it is the trust you must earn from us. You are only hanging by a thread boy, and going any further will result in it being cut. A name you do not wish to be associated with sounds strange, don't you think? By what means did you say that for?"

"It means as I said. I do not want to be called that." I answered.

"But…" he paused. "Isn't that what you are? An espada none the less."

"That's what I used to be, and sitting in this bed means I am no longer. Don't take it to heart when I say I'm glad that Aizen is dead."

"No one is taking it to heart here, although-"

I interrupted him with anger and forced out words that I didn't want to say.

"I hated being his little pet. If you are not already aware, the hollow world is dark and dammed to say at the least. You really only have two choices when you become a part of the hollow dimension- You either wither away weak and uncared for, or you take on the choice of eating your own kind, gaining strength from them. On the way advancing to higher levels.

It is either count your sorrows and stay alone forever or fail to exist.

You act as if we are bad people even to begin with, but honestly these are only blatant lies. A hollow is a human who has lost their heart to various things, they do not cross over to soul society, they do not guided by your kind, they are corrupt- and so begins the stage of becoming a hollow. Some look for certain goals, and some just rely on the anger of their human lives to fight their way through their tortured resurrection.

Then there is us arrancar who have lost some of their masks and have gained shinigami- like powers. You shinigami's don't really know what death is, even if it hit you. You throw yours away, while most of us wish for it back."

Everyone seems to listen closely to my story and took a deep breath as if they had been holding it the whole time.

"So, what was your aspect of death?" finally asked Ichigo.

"Emptiness."

"Emptiness? That's insane, I didn't think you could die of things like that."

"I don't understand why you don't consider emptiness as a possibility for death. But I guess that is one of the differences between you and I. See you could never understand what dying of emptiness feels like, and that is why you're weaker."

"Don't give us that bullshit!" screamed Renji in anger. "That is why we're weaker? Who do you think you are? Some god? We have killed plenty of your kind, and Ichigo killed Aizen. Now the last time I checked, Aizen was stronger than you and-"

"Enough Renji, enough." Spoke Ichigo calmly, putting a sharp barrier between yelling and almost silence.

"Enough isn't the right word."

"Neither is the word stronger." I stated.

He gave me a look of pure hate, then looked over at Orihime. He churned words until he came up with a better comeback.

"You will never be as strong as us. As strong as the people here, you will never have the heart to cater for anything human, anything kind. You are useless, wasting space and people's time with your worthless muttering of how you've given up on the world. You don't live, you exist. You take pity on your death and life as Aizen's slave, and no one could care less."

He slammed the door with harsh nature and everyone went quite.

"You're right. I just exist." I whispered.

I just exist.