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He—it—wasn’t even just a voice in Ichigo’s head. He could feel him, just out of reach, tensed and waiting to spring. But he was a hollow, he was wrong…what did having a hollow in his mind make him? Was he the one broken and wrong?
If he loosened his resolve for even a minute…Ichigo feared he’d find himself lost forever, falling away into the deep untouched parts of his mind.
Tucked away in a dusty part of his brain behind the cobwebs.
Where no one would ever be able to hear him cry out for help.