"You are in Hueco Mundo. This is... where I came from." Where corrupt souls fought each other in an eternal cycle, all so that they could live for another day. A pathetic existence, Halibel felt. Though pathetic or not, those very souls, having long since become Hollows, would be upon them once more.

She could've told him to run, but what would that accomplish? Sending him to face the dangers of Hueco Mundo alone would only bring a premature end to his life.

"Can you fight?" Halibel asked. "Are you strong?"