You clouded his mind, and he absolutely hated it. You were a small fry, a nobody, a shinigami of so little insignificance to him. Yet here he was, back at Silbern, thinking about you. His fingers drummed against the table he sat at, deep in thought for a second before finally clicking his tongue in annoyance. He was gone before the others could say anything.

He found you alone, away from the rubble of your barracks, and he cornered you. "Oi," he said, "we've got to talk."