> "Don't like doing this...but I'm counting on you. Please."
> Let go.
>You let go, and the tears don't stop. You can't stop the sobbing. Dimly, you wonder if your hands are even there anymore. You're not sure if you want to have them anymore or not, if they would just wither away and dissolve, it would be so nice. You're only dimly aware of what's happening, you can feel yourself rock and sway, and hear Byakuren grunting with effort. You wonder what is so difficult, you're not that heavy.
>You are moving through a yellow place. There are soldiers, you realize they are connected to the pain in some vague way. They dance and fight on flat battlegrounds, and nothing changes. The world shakes every so often, you think you're being moved. But it doesn't matter, the soldiers fall and new ones come, and you just wish they'd finish their damn war. It's not as though you can do anything about it.
>After some time, you become aware that you're laying between sheets. The world is numb.
>_