I can't get along with you, I can't stand your indifference, and I hate your cold words.
But why, at the moment when life is coming to an end, do I think of you?
Damn it, I'm about to die and my thinking is confused!
Become an Arrancar, join the Ten Blades, and be under the command of the Death God, but we are not companions.
Ulquiorra, from the moment we met, in my heart, you were positioned as an old enemy.
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