"Got a lotta questions, don'cha?" he commented. "What's a young thing like you s'worried about death for, mm?" He took another slow drink from his water glass. He did feel a bit stronger than he had this morning, but he was still far from ready to try the food. "But yeah, once in a while, ones that're really nasty, they go to Hell, not Soul Society. I ain't the one t'decide it though."

Explaining the chain that slowly devoured itself would probably take more time than it was worth. So he'd keep things simple. "They can," Gin explained. "S'usually a little while 'fore that happens. Weeks... months sometimes."

Reincarnation was another thing altogether. While many of the Shinigami liked to delude themselves thinking it would happen, others were fairly certain a soul simply became spirit particles, spiritons, which was the very matter that Soul Society was made up of. Recycling more than reincarnation, unfortunately. "Hard t'say for sure. If there is, ain't somethin' I know anythin' about."