"I don't think most people expect to have a conversation about death," Rukia laughs in return, shaking her head. "And I'm not exactly wearing it all over me. But... I'm glad that we could have this conversation. And I'm really glad that you're okay with what I am — I don't get to share that with a lot of people here, so it's nice. It's nice to have friends who know."

Smiling, she ducks her head bashfully as they continue walking forward.

It's odd, finding things here that remind her a little bit more of home.