In the nightmares, he saw Rukia hanging there, all the sorrow gone from her face, quiet in her white robes as she looked up to see the phoenix, with a strange glory in her face: and it came down on her in flames, a spear from the sun . . .
And it wasn't her pain or agony or even her death, it was that she was going away from him again, and this time there would be no miracle.
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