No Regrets (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

"Good, because I'm not renaming you." He told her. Grimmjow looked annoyed and confused, "You two done with your bullshit family time?" "Be quiet, Grimmjow, your weak hissing is unbecoming." Szayel said as he continued to work on Gin's new arm
 
"What about your Fraccion?" She blinked, taking a seat on one of the free tables, Tesla unconscious on the table between them.
 
"They were just a means to an end." He answered, but he frowned ever faintly, "They were loyal to the end, kick-ass fighters...but they're dead now."
 
"Oh. Did the Shinigami get them as well?" She asked, frowning heavily. The Shinigami had destroyed everything.
 
"Yeah. Everyone is gone now. Even 'Uncle Ylfordt'.." Grimmjow said it a little bitterly to Szayel bu the Eighth Espada didn't even bat an eye as he worked.
 
She frowned, placing a hand on the bloodstained tear in her shirt. "Is he the one who made you like... that?" She asked, shoulder throbbing slightly from thinking about the wound it had been mere hours ago.
 
Nieve frowned heavily, looking at the two unconscious comrades, both in critical condition.
 
Nieve poked her head over his shoulder, looking at the newly constructed limb. "Will it work?"
 
Nieve made a noise and moved over to Szayel's work table, staring at Gin's replacement arm before picking it up. "Hey, Grimmjow." She turned to face him. "Grimmjow, hey." She said, getting his attention.
 
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