"You're wasting your time," she says, voice somewhere between male and female. "O my pretty one, my joy, my sweet, come along with me: the one you love will never love you back, and if he did you'd hate him for it, for nobody could truly love one such as you."
"It's not like that," Rukia says.
"Of course it is," the woman says. There's a tear drawn on her cheek. "We are both worthless; come die with me, and have done with it."
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