We are worms, maggots crawling back and forth beneath malice that cannot be driven away.
Raise your head, higher than the moon.
Pitiful ones, you are not within my sight.
The moment his throat was pierced, countless expressions crossed Nnoitra's face.
Confusion, surprise, panic, fury—but more than anything else, there was that lingering, profound sorrow.
The pale moon hanging in the sky was like silk spat out by a spider, wrapping tightly around him, slowly strangling his throat and cutting off his breath.
A violent pain surged through his throat, as though he had forcibly swallowed several flames, burning him so badly that his mind went blank.
Reishi scattered uncontrollably. His thoughts gradually slowed, and his body temperature slowly cooled. Was this what death felt like...?
Heh, what an unpleasant and sorrowful sensation.
We were born as disgusting creatures, like wriggling worms. We were born pitiful, greedy, savage trash.
We devoured the flesh of our own kind, feasted upon the wails of our enemies, and craved each other's blood. We were born sorrowful, loathsome creatures.
I knew that well. I also knew that I was one of those loathsome creatures.
So I raised my head high. I did not look at myself, nor did I look at those ugly kin around me, crawling like maggots.
I fixed my gaze upon that moonlight and lifted my neck as high as it could go. I wanted those pitiful maggots—I wanted this lowly self of mine—to disappear entirely from my sight.
Yet above that moonlight, I saw one of our kind who seemed to exist in an entirely different dimension from us.
Can you tell me why you alone were so utterly out of place among us?
Why, when you were also a Hollow, also one of these disgusting beings, were you as