He made a pause, arms folding over his chest.

"But back when I lived here, tōjiki used to be relaxing."

He twisted his chopstick in discomfort, he hadn't thought about his life in Soul Society in a while.

"'Right," he muttered, hands sliding inside the holes in his hakama," What the Hell do ye do around 'ere these days? Everythin' is so damn different."

I can ask ye a question without bein' an asshole about it.

Seems like /ye/ don't know me at all either."

"I don't think so, but we'll never know that," he pointed out, a grin adorning his face," fer now, just be glad I was wrong about /ONE/ thing."

"Y'know, I'd always thought ye'd become an absolute monster with my healing skills.

For all that matters, I'm glad t' see all the good ye'd done to the Squad.

Glad t' admit I was wrong about somethin'."

And out of all of them, the woman in front of him knew that game better than anyone. Truth be told, he didn't think how much of this physiological beating she was telling him helped her turn from the Yachiru he knew into the Retsu she'd become.

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Safe to say ye can feel however ye want, but a man can't help but wonder."