I’m not an enemy…I’m not an ally…however, my words and my heart never lied to you…except when I told you my name. Ichigo, I think that you must have noticed it now. All those times I taught you how to use your zanpakuto, I used the powers of your hollow. When you were unable to wield the power of your zanpakuto…those times when your life was in mortal danger, the one resposible of saving you was never me. It always was your hollow.
I never wanted you to become an actual shinigami. For that reason…I did everything in my power to suppress your latent potential…even going so fas as to be your primary source of power. Why you ask? Do I really need to explain why I wanted to keep you out of harms way? Becoming a shinigami means…risking life and limb and always exposing yourself to numerous perils. You would experience pain…you would writhe in suffering. And you would…eventually die by my very hands.
I couldn’t allow you to become a shinigami…doing so would mean I would have to take your life or so I thought. As time passed…you eventually became a shinigami. You jumped at the chance, trained hard…and despite getting hurt and suffering, you chose to pursue that path. And all those times I saw you struggle and persevere. I must admit…it made my heart waver.
Before I knew it…instead of trying to impede your progress…all I wanted to do was helping you and watch you succeed. Even now…even if it means doing this. I am more than happy to relinquish my hold over you. Ichigo, you’ve become strong…this entire time standing next to you…I’ve watched proudly as you became a man…the pride I feel is indescribable. I’m finally at peace.