Rukia's furrowed brow eased slightly at the sound of her name being spoken, and she glanced up to see Cloud's concerned face. "I'm fine," she exhaled, as the crease in her brow deepened again. "I don't enjoy realizing I was considering something foolish is all. Trying to complete ten jobs seems like our best option now."

She wasn't sure how much he knew about the role she'd played in the futuristic vision, and it was something she didn't like to share easily, nervous that others wouldn't take too kindly to her attempt to merge with the Calamity as she had.

Or that she'd still considered it a viable option (albeit a last resort) after they'd returned to their homes.

"You've been here longer than I have. Surely you must be close to finishing many of your jobs."