Shirubaru stares at Girikio.
No, he says, his voice breaking. You did this. You... you made me... you gave me the Hollow mask...
Oh gods. One thousand, seven hundred and twenty. No. No. This can't be - I can't have -
Oh gods. I hope there weren't... were there... children? Please tell me I didn't hurt any children. There is a long pause. No. No. Don't answer that. A tear trickles down his face. Oh gods.
Raithe. Nukari. And now me. Look at me. Just another 11th Division killer. And... And I'm the worst one by far... He sits with his head bowed.