Does that world have stars now? And what is the shade of its sun?

What he wouldn't give, to be able to- Standing at the edge of the cliff, overlooking unending plains and ignoring frosty chill torturing him, one Espada cannot help himself.

Cruel memories keep assailing him.

Of holding her, seeing that smile, hearing a soothing voice, tasting relief even as she embraces him, when they are together on peaks like this…

Her world does not accept him.

His world will destroy her.

Voicing her name only allows it to be swallowed by the wind.

He mourns its loss.