"...There must be a way to change it back..." Rukia murmured, staring down at her teacup. "For it to change at all, something must have triggered the change." She frowned, her thumb brushing over the porcelain surface of her cup before she sighed and took a sip.

"I would be laughed out of a job if my company saw me persisting in the restoration of life to the dead. And yet, I can't stop myself from thinking about it." She sat back in her chair and squinted at the ceiling. "It feels like there's a way that's just an inch beyond my grasp. I don't want to give up yet."