Orihime followed Ulquiorra in a daze when he came to get her.
At first she pretended it was rational: It’s only that I’m trapped, she told herself, and, nobody will get hurt if I follow him quietly, even though she was in no way stupid enough to believe it, really.
But she followed him anyway, and he didn’t hurt her—didn’t even lay a finger on her until they’d reached Huaco Mundo, in fact.
It might have been easier if they had touched before then, because it would have explained the unaccountable passivity of each towards the other. As it was, they were simply absent all hostility, despite many good reasons to feel hostile. They gravitated toward one another even in the endless, pale halls of Las Noches. A binary star system, drawn into orbit.
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