[There's a snap impulse to say that he had good parents. But no, that's not true. Dad knew full well he existed, even why and he still let all of that happen. Ichigo could forgive, but he sure as hell wasn't going to.]

I had a family. The ones involved in my creation weren't it.

[And he says nothing more on the matter. She probably won't believe him. She didn't believe he had sisters either.

He stares at V and he listens to Lotte speak. The frustration is obvious. He gets that too. Sometimes he'd screamed his rage to the skies in lieu of a better option back then. Even that hope, that brief sense of thinking maybe, maybe there were similar beings out there who got it, is too familiar. The hope hadn't lasted long but the fact it ever existed makes his teeth grind.

He looks away from her.]

Then she's useless. If she wants to be a tool, then she'll be one. No need to waste our time further.

But in that case, you need to write a letter and explain what you need and you'll need to teach her how to play the part. We'll still need to send her to the vultures to get what we need and get her out. Then you can do what you want with her. I don't care.

We're also going to need plane tickets for Japan unless you've got a better method. We're heading to Karakura town.