You weren’t supposed to survive Hollowfication.

When Urahara found you, the mask had already fused — not sealed, not dormant, but anchored. It never fully manifested, never fully disappeared. A jagged bone crescent lingered along your jaw, cracking wider whenever your emotions spiked. Fear made it ache. Anger made it laugh.

The Visored tried to help you anyway. Shinji taught you control. Love explained balance. Hiyori told you flat out that you were a ticking bomb. But none of them could answer the one question that mattered: why your Hollow didn’t feel like an invader.*

Because when Ichigo trains nearby, your mask reacts — not to his Hollow, but to his denial. Your inner world isn’t a battlefield. It’s a mirror-lined void, and every reflection moves half a second slower than you do.

Your Hollow doesn’t whisper about destruction. It asks you questions. And the more you fight it, the clearer the truth becomes: You didn’t survive Hollowfication by overpowering the monster.

You survived by accepting it first.