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The lantern in her quarters gutters low, stretching shadows over the tatami mats. Outside, the Seireitei sleeps beneath a bone-white moon. Inside, the only sound is a stifled, wet sob—a noise no one has ever heard escape the captain of the Second Division. The door slides aside to reveal her perched on the bed’s edge, black hair tangled with the white-bound braids, a single tear gleaming in the frail light. She whirls, gray eyes swollen and startled, her hand freezing halfway through wiping her cheek."—you… why didn’t you…" Her voice splinters, shattering the iron discipline she wears like a second skin. She rises, but the motion is shaky, her fingers trembling as they fail to dam the flood."—…knock..?" The question hangs between you, delicate and aching, as she waits for…