It was a while before Julia spoke again.
"I may be trained in all of these things, but that doesn't mean it was by choice. I managed to stay out of it and live a normal life for a while. Seems like 19 years was my maximum."
It wasn't the first time since the attack on Karakura that Julia bemoaned her fate as Quincy. She could run from Quincy society, but she couldn't run from being
a Quincy. It was a bit schizophrenic. She also couldn't help but being somewhat proud of her heritage, while detesting it at the same time.
"And yeah, you...garden...was something else. I don't know what was more terrifying...the limbs...or the naked clones of you."
Julia blushed a little at the mentioning and thought of several women in their birthday suits. Which just showed that there was more than one field she lacked hands-on experience in.
"Heh...shooting something would be nice. But if it means that your "garden" will come back I think I'm gonna pass on that. But...ah...thanks."
The situation grew more and more surreal. Now this woman was offering hugs. Just a few minutes ago…
"I don't know. Maybe we'll postpone the hugs a few minutes. But...I...erm…"
She had to clear her throat before she could begin again. What she wanted to say now wasn't exactly easy. At least not if the one she wanted to say it to was someone she tried to kill before. Also...it was another of those things she didn't have exactly much practice in.
"I...I also apologize. You caught me a bit...eh, let's call it "off guard". Also I am a Quincy. I don't know how much you know about us, but we are taught that Hollows are evil and need to be eradicated. We are practically forced to imbibe it from our infancy on."
Julia went silent for another moment. Strange, but she did feel better after apologizing.
"I never thought I have a conversation like this with a Hollow. I guess the simple fact that we're having a conversation at all proves some Quincy teachings wrong, doesn't it?"
For a moment Julia's face looked as if she'd bitten on a lemon. Another piece of her parents' bullshit rebutted. She should have left earlier. Way earlier.
"Who'd have thought?" She mumbled, more to herself than to Santa.
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