[An assassin? This guy? Who told him something like that? Rukia looks down at him, studying his face. He looks so lost and hopeless, how could she respond unkindly?]

I don't know about your past. And as I'm sure you guessed, I know even less about your future.

[She removes her hand, then sits down beside him.]

What kind of person do you want to be? That should be all that defines you.