He rested his elbows on the table, and briefly cradled his head in his palms. No, it didn't hurt, but the action was instinctual.

"It must have been, somehow. I didn't remember how to get here without reiatsu to track, and . . ." There was one other thing that bothered him, though on a lesser level. "I can't even remember that idiot's name."

His mind had reached an association with Aizen on this subject as well, which was hardly the most comforting thought. He hated the idea that somebody else could get into his head and just do whatever they wanted. And he had no clue who such a person could even be. It made things all the worse.