"No." Rukia replied with quiet solemnity, frowning as her gaze remained fixed on the spirit. She'd never laid eyes on an Imperial soldier before, nor one of the ghosts that were supposed to have attached themselves to one of the living. A poltergeist? Possibly. She didn't lower her weapon, but she didn't fire on it yet either. There was intense sorrow on the spirit's face, and it made no move of aggression just yet. It was possible that it had come to ask for help, but she wasn't ready to relax her guard just yet.

"I'm...sorry..." the guard spoke, wisps of dark mist curling out of a large slash wound that tore through his phantasmal armor. "...I'm...sorry...sorry..."

Speaking seemed to be a tremendous effort. But all the while, his sorrowful eyes remained locked solely on Ventus.

"...so...sorry..."