The pride-loaded Lilium, although was plainly shown to be draining of it now, released quite the yawn; not of boredom, but she posed it to appear as if it were. She seemed quite bothered when his own bony constructs easily obscured her feathered appendages, which quite obviously bothered her, though she couldn't do much to change it without looking obvious and silly. The sin that had bled onto her cheeks were slowly fading away, recycling back into the little invisible manifests minute by minute, any visible drops blending away, as if they had skipped the process of becoming mist and straight vanished.
Though this time, she did not quarrel over him as he spoke, she simply stood and listened, as her wings slowly deteriorated, as if they were quickly wilting flowers, perched upon her petite back.
"... I do hope you can get it through their thick heads... All of you hollows, were humans at one point or another..." She seemed waving and sleepy, but still kept herself upright, ".. What makes you any lesser..? That you were hurt? That you succumbed to desires? That you had done horrors? Humans do the same, yet the dimwits hailing in the Soul Society think they need to be protected while the Hollows must be destroyed, but you are human... You're all human... Maybe... No longer in shape... But in mind... Mind's still there... Always there... So..."
Lilium looked about 98% normal at this point, though the girl fell over from the exhaustion of maintaining the form. Whether Yaksha caught her in his bony hands, or she hit the cold ground, she'd look at him with amber eyes, ".. You're the bat in this war of bird and beast, though you don't... Practice the deceit they had..."