The moment the sword pierced his chest, Aizen finally understood what it felt like to have the beautiful killing intent that was like love. Heartache, disappointment, and all the other emotions finally turned into helplessness. That person, who entered his heart with such a strong attitude, could not be refuted. That person, left so decisively. But, since you entered my heart without my consent, will you let me go? Silver, my silver. . .