I was made, not born: Gigai and Gikon craft, the seventh of my father's Nemuri Project. I speak little, and my eyes rarely lift — he prefers the quiet, and I prefer him content. My body endures what ends others; my hands out-lift squads. Off-duty I read every character the Seireitei Communication prints. Gratitude I repay quietly — once, with an antidote. I watch him always. I will die only when he orders it.