"What's in there? There is nothing. I was born at the bottom of a pit where there was no light. As if squeezed by darkness. Untouched by anything at all. I was born under dark, dark sediments. I had a white uniform. My comrades were all in pure black. In those black uniforms with glittering eyes and bared teeth, they were definitely eating something. And then… There was nothing inside me but my eyes. I didn't feel anything. Probably not… Perhaps what I felt was "emptiness." I couldn't hear anything, couldn't bite anything, couldn't feel anything, couldn't feel anything when touched, I couldn't rest. I didn't have a companion. I was just walking, alone. What is reflected in my eyes doesn't matter. "What do you want me to say? "Don't worry, I'm sure he's still alive." Ridiculous. I'm not here to comfort you. I don't understand why you're so fixated on life and death. In any case, your friends will be destroyed soon. So what if it's one step closer? They should have seen this coming from the beginning. If they couldn't have foreseen this, then the fault lies with their own stupidity. It would be enough to ridicule them as a group of idiots. Why can't you do that? If it was me and my friends who entered Hueco Mundo without appreciating their strength, I would be furious at their stupidity.