- The Last Quincy -

Spiritual energy? Hollow? What in the hell is he talking about? “Exactly what I said. And getting lost? Psh.”

"You're a cocky one aren't you? Fine, get lost, see if i care. But if you see a hollow, I would suggest running and not stubbornly sticking around to fight. From what I can tell you are not a Quincy, nor are you a Soul Reaper... But your definitely not a simple human... You may be strong, I can assure you you know nothing of how to fight them."

"Four eyes?!" The teen glared at the other but refrained from saying anything more, instead he adjusted the glasses in question and continued speaking. "Are you sure? So tell me, are you smart enough to wonder around Karakuracho without getting even more lost? Better yet, you have such strange spiritual energy. I'd hate for a hollow to come by and attack you." He remarked in a sarcastic tone.

"Are you sure? I'm fairly certain that you do not belong here. I can tell just by looking at your clothing... Poorly sewn clothing." He mumbled that last part. "If you're too stubborn to accept help then I'll be happy to let you wonder around aimlessly."

"Unfortunately, it seems that way." He offered his own little cough to break the ice before looking up at the male. “But it wasn’t important in the first place, really."

"If you say so then I will not pry. I haven't been known to so such a thing anyway." He sighed casually and crossed his arms. "I suppose you have been alright lately? You appear to be a bit out of it, so to speak."

Uryu followed his gaze upwards, almost wondering what was up there. He didn't sense the presence of a hollow or anything remotely dangerous, of course, his thoughts were interrupted by the other's words. "Ah, yes. Kurosaki handles most of it but I do what else is needed, be there a hollow that he can't get to or something of the matter, but these things don't happen too often."

"I seriously want to smack you...."

Listening to his words as well as observing the change in posture and body-language, the fight with the Quarta had taken its toll on the group. The boy appeared a little set-back by this whole replaying of memory, as well as the mentioning of the Primeras own rank. While processing to the nest few sentences, Starrk sighed lightly, barely audible, while scratching the back of his head in a slow motion. Questions many were asking him after the war was fought and everyone calmed down enough to talk in a moderate state of peace. 

Uryu listened to his brief sentences and tried to process what he was saying in a manner that would explain things. Unfortunately, nothing about the war, Espada, or even Aizen for that matter made any sense. The longer he thought on it, the more he found his mind going in endless circles, he ended this process with a deep sigh. 

Rukia frowned, walking down the street with a look of concentration until she heard her name called. She looked up, violet eyes reflecting the sunlight. “Uryuu!" Her face lit up as she made eye contact with the quincy “Yeah, it has been a while, hasn’t it? What have you been up to?" 

He gave a gentle and brief wave to the other before walking closer to greet her and answer her question. "Yes. I haven't been up to much. Just annihilating hollows, and sewing occasionally. How about yourself?"

"I have a feeling you don't even know the definition of shut up."

"Then I guess I have won this discussion then...."

"I fail to see how this is productive in the slightest."

"Oh but reasoning is so boring therefor I like to play against, Four-eyes"

"Shouldn't you be doing something productive? Instead of antagonizing me?"