Rukia shakes her head at his question, worded specifically enough that she finds her own suspicions raising about her like rising water, her gaze sharp. With her arms crossed over her chest, she leaps easily onto a nearby ledge, sitting down with her legs dangling in the air.

"I don't know for certain where I send them," she tells him honestly, a weakness carefully exposed. "Because I can't follow them. This city doesn't let me do that. But they don't stay here, that much I know for fact. I don't feel any trace of their souls left after I send them away. Take that as you will."