"I am nothing." His hands tightened on the fabric of Orihime's white robe. "It is his hands that hold you; it is by his will that you live or that you fall to your death. When you strike me, you cannot touch me. I am the instrument of his will. That is all."
The dizzying gulf stretched beneath her dangling feet.
"So understand this. Your petty shows of defiance mean nothing. Aizen-sama is too high to be touched by them. You demean yourself by trying to fight. You are a speck of dust against the world. He stands above heaven."
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