Hearts, you say? You Humans are always so quick to speak of such things. As though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought. What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?

I know that. What's your point?

Death is not goodbye.

I don't have a method of stepping into the depths of your heart without getting it dirty." -Kuchiki Rukia

You are so, even when falling." (Byakuya Kuchiki)

Those who do not know what love is liken it to beauty. Those who claim to know what love is liken it to ugliness.

If such a thing called happiness exists in this world, it should be something which resembles the limitless nothingness. Nihility is having nothing and having nothing to lose. If that isn't "happiness", then what is?