Hitsugaya would have liked time to mourn, to go into a private corner and forget the world; unfortunately such options were not available to him. As Hanatarou tended to Artemis, he glanced up at Toboe. "Renji's room...M42...get his sword and his books and bring them here." If someone didn't get them tonight, they'd be swept up and lost. Renji's final wishes had to be honored.