Dimming Bright
The sky was gray. Ishida opened his mouth and closed it again, and the sky was gray.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Renji said, and shook his shoulder.
“Yes,” Ishida said. Renji’s hand was bleeding. Ah, yes, the tendons were cut. That must be very painful, he thought. Was there ever any night in Hueco Mundo? Or was it gray all
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