Keep it real

Ulquiorra realizes he's dying and he looks at her. He CHOOSES her as what he wants to see in his dying moments, whose voice he wants to hear.

She never looks this heartbroken before or after this.

She knows he's dying too. This is the exact moment her heart squeezes and sinks and her body starts to feel cold with dread and sadness.

With her clothing ripped and her hair falling over her face, this is the most undone she ever is physically as well. She's disheveled and defeated here.

Then he asks if she's afraid of him and she's briefly shocked. She startles enough her hair jolts around her, her mouth drops open in disbelief for a second, then her face dominates the page like it does Ulquiorras attention and she looks so, SO sad and hurt that he'd think that and with all the kindness and warmth in her heart tells him she's not.

The sincerity here has all the force and passion of a love confession, but colored by grief.

And he looks back at her so softly, and then stretches his hand out further toward her.

He goes from a mostly relaxed hand:

to actively reaching, fingers spread as she walks toward him.

Ulquiorra has spent his entire life devoid of feeling, but in his final moments he feels longing for warmth and touch and companionship from HER.

They are mutually reaching out in the most explicit way so far.

But they don't reach out soon enough.