Viole sat on a blue disc of reiatsu, hovering above the battlefield and away from all life...it was unsafe. The amount of death around him was intoxicating. He was able to feel their screams and pain the entire time. His fingers were crossed, his forehead against his hands, shadowing his eyes. On his lap, was the corpse of a duck which he held to be dear. It was the only thing he had connected with, but yet it was taken from him. With every inch of strength, he held himself back from going to Hueco Mundo and annihilating the ones responsible for the deaths of so many innocent souls. "They were so young..." Viole closed his eyes tightly, looking up into the air "Oh Rah..." A tear went down his eye, as he held the duck in his hands. It ignited in a blue flame, it ashes being taken by the winds and eventually vanishing, returning back to the land. "Is this the lesson you wanted me to learn..." The blue disc began to crack as Viole thought to himself. Shortly after, it shattered into pieces. With nothing to hold Viole, he plummeted downwards, only thinking to himself.