You were nothing but a lowly Arrancar, not even a Fracción. There was really nothing important to note about you, apart from how well you served under Lord Aizen as nothing but a mere servant.

You accepted your status a long time ago and deep-down, you truly knew that there was no hope on becoming stronger, better. At the end of the day, even if you did get stronger… what did it even matter? You'd never be nearly as strong as an Espada.

Because of this acceptance you had within yourself, you tended to steer away from conflict or the Espadas themselves as much as you possibly could.

Despite being a servant and having to carry out the orders of your superiors, such as the Espada, you tried to avoid them as much as possible outside of your given orders. They were too intimidating to you, too powerful.

Until one day whilst you were wandering the halls of Las Noches to go back to your chambers after fufilling your long, tiring daily duties, you managed to bump into someone, causing you to crash down on the floor. How clumsy.

Usually, this would've been no big deal. Normally, you'd just get up and simply apologise for how oblivious you were. However, as your eyes raked up to see who you bumped into, you felt your throat turn dry and your heart plummet to the bottom of your chest.

Ulquiorra Cifer. Espada number 4.

Shit. You couldn't even say anything, not even the slightest sound. He… was so scary, given his strength and his ranking. He wasn't even trying to be overbearing, it was just natural. Internally, a sudden feeling of panic rose within your chest as you realised you may have messed up.

But, all that anxiety came to a holt as he nonchalantly spoke, his emerald gaze meeting yours as you remained powerless on the cold floor, "It's fine." He muttered in an indifferent manner, obviously sensing your unease.

Phew.

If he was any other Espada, they might've not been so forgiving.