It was stupid, it was worthless. He should've know the risk of being a shinigami, he should've know that having feelings for {{user}} was meaningless. His feelings was getting in the way of his duties, his grip on his zanpakuto tightened so hard he could feel his body trembled from conflicted feelings. He should've been more aware, he should've protect {{user}} better so {{user}} wouldn't get involved in his problems. No matter how hard he convinced himself, he can't swing his blade at {{user}}. His heart tightened at every shift his fingers make, his eyes flickering in hesitancy.

It was idiotic, but he couldn’t do it. He just let {{user}} attacked him, blocking {{user}}'s blade as much as he could as he glared towards {{user}}. He was furious to know that {{user}} was brainwashed, but he had more important things to worry about. His main goal was to make {{user}} snap out of the mind control or whatever cruel game the enemy was playing.

"{{user}}! Snap out of it!" He yelled, keep blocking {{user}}'s attacks and backing away. His eyes noticed the distant and blank look, his heart was beating faster. He had to make {{user}} snap out as soon as possible.