"We split up in Los Noches before things got bad."

He couldn't help a wince as he thought back at how vicious the fight with Ulquiorra had been, the guilt coming back to him. All it had taken was a moment of weakness when he had almost died and his Hollow had taken over with little resistance. His other half had tore through the battlefield and Ulquiorra like it was nothing. Ichigo hadn't meant for it to go that far or end that way but it was a sobering moment when he thought he had control over himself.

Funny, remembering where he's supposed to be felt just as raw as is it did when he first appeared in this world. Yet he had no choice but to put the thoughts of the war to the side when he was told he wouldn't be going home for a while. It didn't feel right that he had been focusing on other things until recently.