Most of the color drained from Artemis' face. "...Is that so......?"

He was going to die. Painfully, and in a long and drawn-out manner. From now on, he'd have to be extremely careful with who he talked to about Haku. Renji and Hitsugaya only, so far. It would have to stay that way, for his own safety.

"Well," Artemis coughed to cover the crack in his voice. "That's... rather telling of his ability, isn't it? I think I need some water..." He stood up and poured himself a glass and drank it all in one go. Why were things always so damn complicated?