Momo didn't know if she was alive and trapped as a prisoner of a powerful madman or dead and trapped as a prisoner of her own mind. What she did know, was that if this was a prison of her mind, she wasn't going to let her own mind keep her from the one person who meant more to her than she ever admitted to, one that hadn't betrayed her - one that cared for her.

The shinigami lethargically moved her hand from over her heart to Hitsugaya's cheek. She tried to focus on his eyes when they were visible again, a small amount of life returning to them. "Shiro-chan," she whispered and then folded into him, her face pressed against his neck. "Shiro-chan..."

The tears came then, all of them, hot and wet as she cried against him. Her hand slipped from his cheek to his shoulder, clutching at his shirt. It was a pathetic sight to see, really, but she needed to cry all the tears out. Hitsugaya was the only one she wanted there to hold her. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be strong enough not to get cut on the broken pieces.