When the body slowly disappears...
I wonder, Grimmjow, are we thinking the same thing at this moment? I think, it should be... Right...
We, as Arrancar, were forced to come into the world. We have no past and cannot see the future. We only exist in this world as weapons. What is the meaning of our existence?
I don't know, and I didn't really want to know.
Since you are a weapon, you must have the consciousness of the weapon. This is the rule I set for myself, but why does the weapon have thoughts? Because I have thoughts, I feel lonely.
Conception: