Akimoto-sensei's monologue was quickly getting on Yue's nerves. While most of his words registered in Yue's mind, it was hard to accept the statements without solid proof. All this about environment brought back rather unwanted memories of Rukongai and, unknowingly, she realized that that was proof. Rukongai was the proof she was looking for. 

[i]It was in the run-down areas of the 80th East District that Yue had found herself sitting on one of the surrounding hillsides, partially hidden by surrounding vegetation and tall trees, looking down at one of the half-collapsed house she called 'home'. Even from her vantage point Yue could see the crowd that had gathered around the old woman she had knocked down and stolen the bag next to her from - the harder she tried to ignore the woman's desperate cries of 'I have nothing left..!" and the disgusted expressions of the people, obviously aimed at the thief, her dead eyes flicked back every single time. She felt worthless - there was no doubt about it. Being the only newcomer in a few years, the residents of District 80 knew who it was that had committed the 'crime'. 

She was never there. The seemingly 'young', 8-year-old was never a part of the community. She didn't exist in the eyes of the 500-something impoverished souls that spent their lives in misery. But no matter how miserable, they had each other to some degree. She was always in the background, forgotten, unwanted. Not even a part of the most hated, miserable, dishonorable people the whole of Soul Society had to offer. 

So what did that make her?[/i]

Yue blinked, taken aback at the sudden rush of memories she'd worked so hard to bury under years spent in the harsh environment of the Yukihiro House. Wasn't that another factor to consider? Hadn't a decade spent with those emotionless brutes made her one as well? Grudgingly, Yue looked up, realizing that the man actually had a point. But what that had to do with fighting was beyond her. The time she'd spent in her own thoughts, shocked to an extent, meant that she'd missed a bit of the rest of the Akimoto-sensei's explanation but that wasn't a huge loss, compared to the realization she'd come to and those horrific memories that had come streaming back. Her mood worsened - Yue sighed quietly and frowned again - the 'class' seemed to be taking forever.

But, in spite of her rather bored demeanor, there was a part of her that wanted to know more. Did the rest of those precepts hanging above her head make sense too?