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- “Though we were enemies, uniting under a banner to fight an even greater, and common enemy, that does not dictate our future. The Quincy, in their antediluvian sense of time, failed to realize that war is not the only way to unite worlds.”

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- “I know this appears to be a sales pitch, but I assure you of the opposite. This is fact. Our reality. The head General Captain is serious about this alliance, which is why he requested I show you us at our lowest. Against my wishes, but these are my own words.” -

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- Wading through the devastation, they find themselves in the barracks, where each division sat a little closer, and was a tad smaller also under repair.

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- Soups, flowers, coins, toys and other gifts.

“A massive commemorative skyscraper costing millions of yen, once occupied this area, now it is a graveyard for the innocent.”

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— - exhibiting crevasse’s and other inadequacies, and the landmass was torn apart.

“It would appear so.” Hitsugaya, knowing the truth, notes these discrepancies.

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— He turns to address her properly.

“Former Espada number, three.”

Turning around he starts to trot back into the city, urging her with a hand to follow him.

“Your punctuation could use some work, come.”

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