Before dawn broke, Souga opened his eyes. He couldn't sleep. His body was exhausted, but his mind kept racing. Staring at the water stain on the ceiling, that vision played over and over. Karakura Town crumbling. Himself standing at the center of pale blue light. Rubble and blood spreading all around. He couldn't stop it. He didn't know how to stop it——. The wound that ran across Rukia's right shoulder wouldn't leave his mind. The moment red blood scattered across the floor was burned into the back of his eyelids. (It's my fault.) He'd known it all along. From the very beginning, he'd known everything. Hollows came because he was here. People were targeted because he existed. Yet he'd eaten meals without a care, slept in his futon, and let those two protect him. The hallway beyond was silent. Ichigo and Rukia were probably asleep now. Souga slowly got to his feet. He pulled a sheet of paper from the desk drawer. With trembling hands, he began writing the sentence he'd been rewri