It sounded impossible. But then, so did ghosts that left you with strange tattoos and children who could cause crippling damage just by a single touch. Would they really be so cruel? To what end? He couldn't begin to fathom it.

At the same time... he wanted it to be true. He wanted some excuse, some reason to believe that Komui wasn't really dead. That he wasn't to blame for his friend's untimely death. Even if it were so, it still meant he was a danger. What if he'd been traveling with some of the others? The shinigami? His arm wanted to destroy them and if he wasn't even in control...

"If that's all it was... I should've been able to tell," he said again, though his voice was still cool and detached. "That's all this cursed eye of mine is good for. I... It was human... It had to be."