Live Without Regret
By SMYGO4EVA

The Arrancar named Ulquiorra rested his fingers lightly on the glass separating them, containing himself, and C.C. had seen such creatures able to shoot multi-strength beams from their hands whose gazes were less heated, less burning.

"I think you are in fact becoming human, C.C.," The Arrancar said, his voice unfaltering.

"I'm afraid not," The witch replied, calm.

"You have loved, though," Ulqiorra mused, his frozen stare still held, "Way back when."

"Yes, I did." C.C. remembers a time when she would have allowed herself to be once again charmed by a certain prince's intelligence, his ferocity, the sheer audacity of him, but those days are long gone.

"You want to destroy the world, Ulquiorra," she spoke, "and I can't allow that."

"I've seen the future, C.C. I know what happens."

"The future, as well you know, is not set in stone."

Ulquiorra turned away, unclenched by the girl's notions of fate and destiny, when it is all merely perspective.

"To live without fear is abstract, so it is inevitable that the fear would be realized. I am sorry," He uttered. "That it's come to this."

C.C. didn't reply, and Ulquiorra glanced away, just for a moment, his regret quite genuine. "I'll see that you're kept comfortable," He said, lifting his chin, straightening his back.

"Goodbye, C.C.," He replied, for the last time.