"Nirvana... used to be like this." Roland offered a weak smile to Argilla, feeling guilty. It was because of men like him that the world had been destroyed, that God had gone mad and blighted the world with Cuvier Syndrome. She'd never gotten to see the beach or the sun as it used to be. And while this world was okay, the Institute was not his home. They'd have to get free, somehow.

But it was still gratifying to know that Argilla cared about him. He'd have to make sure that nothing went wrong; he didn't want her to die for him again, not when she'd gotten her life back so soon. "My request... well, it's possible that the Institute might force me to transform. If that happens, I'd like for you to take my place with Hitsugaya, if possible. Better than him thinking that I stood him up, perhaps."