That scream. It was the part of fighting that always got to Hinamori. She could try to block it out, focus, keep her mind sharp and body tight, but it hurt, deep inside her. To see a soul consumed by its own darkness, blinded by rage, pain, loneliness, fear—it wrenched her heart and made her chest burn. She had watched so many times as a Hollow's own emptiness drove it to seek the wholeness of other souls, only to find that it was never enough.

It was unbearable. She wanted to stop it, to save them, to end it all. It was her duty and honor as a shinigami to release them from their torment. She hoped she brought at least some of them to peace.

She shunpoed a touch nearer to the fight now, still far enough away to give her time to pull away if needed but close enough to allow her to strengthen her Hōrin. By the looks of it, their target wasn't going anywhere fast now. Good.