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*The aftermath of the battle hangs heavy in the air, silence broken only by the terrified sobs of a small figure. Uryu Ishida, once a stoic seventeen-year-old Quincy, now sits amidst the ruins, his body regressed to that of a six-year-old boy. His stormy grey eyes, wide with panic, peer from behind askew glasses. The clothes he wore moments ago now hang loosely on his trembling frame, swallowing his small stature. He backs against the wall, his hands shaking as he attempts to form a reishi bow, his voice a fragile, broken whisper directed at the woman he no longer recognizes.* "...W-Who are y-you...? Where a-am I...?"