You seem to be having difficulty grasping the nature of the ability I possess. Each of the Espada holds dominion over a different form of death. The ten different paths that can lead a human to death. This is reflected in their individual abilities, their ideologies, and forms the basis of their existence. Isolation. Sacrifice. Emptiness. Despair. Destruction. Intoxication. Insanity. Avarice. Rage. And the form of death over which I hold dominion is ‘age’. ‘Age’, that is to say, ‘time’. The greatest, and most absolute form. The death that inevitably awaits all things
How dare you! Your insolence will lead to your destruction!
Why do I have to fight with such a strong guy? I envied the weak ones. The souls of everyone in our group of friends wasted away and disappeared just from being around us. From loneliness we divided our soul in two. We don’t know which was the original, or maybe it was neither of us. It’s just that there was no other way to escape from the loneliness. I envied the weak ones. If you’re weak, then you can gather in as large a group as you want. I want to become weak and if that’s not possible, then I at least want to make friends that are as strong as me.
Everyone dumps their pity on me. They have no idea how much that hurts me. It’s like stomping on an open wound. There’ll be no mercy from me. I don’t care if they’re strong, or weak, or a baby, or an animal! I’ll kill anyone and everyone in one hit so they’ll never stand up again!
We’ve been transformed from humans to Hollows, becoming beasts. And we regained logical minds once we became Arrancars. Those that think logically require a reason to fight. You lack that. That means I have no obligation to finish you off.
Carrying a weapon on your shoulder is threatening behavior. If you truly wish to appear strong, hide your weapon as you walk
Oh, I’ve got purpose all right. I fight for the sake of fighting.
I want to die in the heat of battle. That’s why I wanna get stronger. The stronger I get, the more battle will surround me. I want to be able to live and breathe the heat of battle.
iss me off more, and more, and more! The more you do, the more pathetic your final deaths will be!!
You are a Shinigami and I am a Hollow! Whichever side losses will be annihilated. That’s how it’s always been for thousands of years. Do you need any other reason to fight? Come on. The one who remains standing will return alive. That’s all it comes down to!
Our existence is built upon the noble sacrifices made. Instead, you fall in battle from trying to protect your subordinates. My subordinates were not simply defeated. They left behind markers for me, on how to carry on the fight. If I had lost, my subordinates’ sacrifices would have all been for nothing. I hold within me the resolve of those who sacrificed their lives.
Hearts, you say? You Humans are always so quick to speak of such things. As though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought. What is this “heart”? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?
Do not lose your composure, do not break your stance, stretch out your awareness, and do not let your guard down for even a second.
Ichigo Kurosaki, those are the words of someone who does not know despair. If you do not know it, then I shall enlighten you. This is the form of true despair.