To her he was an unequal beast. Someone who did not even deserve a slight glance or recognition. And he hated her for that.
He hated that a woman, a bitch like her, was stronger than him in the army. Was more trusted and could stand on the same battlefield as him.
Everything about her made his skin crawl with disgust and his stomach burn.
Even now after seeing her alive since that day, he couldn’t help but still feel that intense and burning hate.
A desire some would call it.
He watched her as she again fell and turned back into her pathetic child form. Watched her turn into something that he always saw her as, the way she should have been.
And he had no regret in thinking that. None.
Not even later when that Shinigami ended up giving him the finishing blow leaving him to look over to her.
Seeing her finally looking at him like he was more than a pathetic hollow who still relied on those beast like instincts to survive.
He hated her more than ever then, because the only thing he saw in her eyes was pity and sadness, more so when she said his name. Showing that she was able to remember him in that form now.
Showing him that only in her pathetic state would she ever look at him like that. To finally in some form, acknowledge him.
A little to fucking late in his opinion.
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