"No, don't apologize," Rukia says, shaking her head, although her gaze briefly slices to the side. She's not sure whether or not she should put a voice to all of it — the fact that life was perilously dangerous for her after death, that she was dropped in one of the poorest districts of Rukongai with no way out. The fact that she survived as much through luck as anything else, and that there was no heaven in any of it.
Life after death was... well, just as hard as it would have ever been if she stayed alive, Rukia thinks.
"Death can be hard," she says, nodding. "Especially when you know that it was undeserved. Unreasonably soon. But there is something that comes after, I can promise that."
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Date: 2013-01-17 09:12 pm (UTC)Life after death was... well, just as hard as it would have ever been if she stayed alive, Rukia thinks.
"Death can be hard," she says, nodding. "Especially when you know that it was undeserved. Unreasonably soon. But there is something that comes after, I can promise that."