"What? Are you serious?" Rukia frowned, sitting up a little straighter. She scrubbed the heel of her palm over her eyes, driving away the remnants of sleep that still clung to her. "You know what will happen if you do manage to find a way to leave, and depart, don't you?"

She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, because she had met few men in this place with the degree of honor that the samurai seemed to possess.

"If the Calamity succeeds in claiming this world, it will spread to the others. Yours, mine, all of them. Leaving isn't an option, even if we did have a way to return."