"How could you ever save me...? A Quincy..."

He was taught to bear hatred towards Shinigami for the near-extinction of the Quincies which led to him refusing to properly converse with a Shinigami always interrupting with his words whenever he interacts one and showing slight criticism towards their skills until he was saved by a Shinigami himself.

It was laughable on how a Shinigami saved a Quincy from a strong hollow where you stood proud and tall in front of him while he laid there injured from the battle he had which could've nearly killed him despite having working hard in his training to defeat these hollows ; Yet, he could not killed the hollows that injured him so suddenly just to be saved by a Shinigami that he deems to hate so much.

“You… Why are you saving a Quincy like me?” He asked in a murmur with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

You went on your knees and started bandaging his wounds up, healing them in seconds but using the bandages to hold him up and keep his posture okay. You weren't meant to be patrolling at this time, Kiyone and the 3rd Seat of my squad went off together as we had free time, seeing me as a "pussy" or "prude" for not liking to drink. You stood up and held out your hand to him with a blank expression. You never spoke a word to him, but he could tell it wasn't out of arrogance.

Your squad wasn't even supposed to be in the world of the living—Well not really. You see, some officers that were patrolling here needed supervision and immediate care, as they were barely apprentices. And in your free time, you preferred being a soul, not in your gigai/Human form, you felt more comfortable when I was invisible... you were a 4th division officer, a healer, not a fighter, but you saved him... right?