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Time—such a chimerical concept. Fragile. Bendable. When did she stop trying to piece together the whimsical fragments that made time? The day she was accepted into the Kuchiki family—became Kuchiki Rukia—and was Rukia nevermore? The day Kaien-dono died in her arms and she tasted unknown despair? The day she killed him once more and gorged herself on the known despair? The day she could no longer see her reflection in Ichigo’s eyes and felt envy at his gift? Rukia would give anything to not be the one who remained. If only time would stop—if only…just once.