Ichigo Hollow Quotes Novels & Stories

The prophecy’s choice hovered in the room like a blade suspended above them all. And the Seers’ last words echoed like thunder in Elira’s skull: “The Hollow didn’t want blood. It wanted to be remembered by none.”

A message from Chiko came in. Mr. Chiko Fierce: Noon, future wife. there was something that I just realized Me: What? Mr. Chiko Fierce: I just realized that your face looks like a difficult person Me: What do you mean?! Mr. Chiko Fierce: It's hard to forget the point Me: Zzzz Mr. Chiko Fierce: If Germany makes cars and Switzerland makes clocks, then you make me miss Me: Oh My God! Make I want to fly through the seventh sky

Haup! She eat like a starving ghost and took a whole piece of meat inside her mouth like its nothing. And at her opposite Aqua can also be found chugging down food and alcohol at the same speed as Megumin. Aqua - Haup! *Gulp*! Haup! *Gulp*! Even when both of their mouth is full they keep chugging food after food and drink after drink, like they are afraid the food and drinks will disappear if they don't eat it fast enough...

I want to know what he will say this time. “Because...” He paused. I continued to wait silently for Yuichi’s words. I don’t want to interrupt him. I don’t want his mind to be confused by what to answer me. “You told me that what you hate most of all is people who kill, like me—me.” “You remember that?” I feel like I will run out of breath and voice. “What you said has stuck in my mind since then.” I stare at him before taking my eyes off him. My tears bobbled down my face.

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

Because the answer wasn't simple. Finally it spoke. "The Hollow Arc isn't alive." A pause. "But it isn't dead either." Koa groaned. "Why does every ancient thing answer questions like that?" Despite everything, a few people actually smiled. Even Lucien.vThe First Hollowed continued. "It began as absence." Eldric's expression changed instantly. The warlock suddenly looked alarmed. "That's not possible."

Just a mirror where the name should be. Jalen watched her with that same strange, soft intensity. “They’re not illusions,” he said. “Not projections. These are real imprints. Pieces of your life, held here. What you forget, the Hollow remembers.” She turned slightly. “Why? Why keep these here like relics in a shrine?” He smiled—thin and tired. “Because forgetting is worse than death. Because what we abandon doesn’t die. It waits. This place is proof.” “I never abandoned them,” she said quietly. “I survived.”

Khael’s lips part as if to speak, but it’s Vastian who says it first. “The Hollow is showing you,” he calls through the downpour. “Its will is stronger than any of us.” His voice isn’t cruel. It’s reverent. Like he’s in awe of the land’s response to me. I shake my head, hair flying, mud splattering across my chest. “THIS ISN’T FREEDOM,” I scream. “THIS IS A FUCKING CAGE!” Lightning cracks above us. My legs buckle slightly, slipping deeper into the sludge. I catch myself, one hand skimming the earth to stay upright. It feels alive beneath my palm—pulsing, warm despite the rain.

"Time doesn't heal anything. It just teaches us how to live with the pain." - Itachi ____________________________________ As Haru combed Callista's hair, she suddenly spoke. "Sister Haru, are you happy to live long?" Haru stopped combing Callista's hair. Because she did not know what to say to the young girl, back then, she wanted to die.

“Then say it.” They do. “The Hollow requires a living anchor,” the silver-eyed wolf says. “One who can hear it. Who is not bound to legacy alone.” My gaze snaps to Lyra. “No,” I say immediately. She doesn’t look away. That’s how I know it’s already too late to pretend this isn’t real. LYRA “I’m not agreeing,” I say. The Hollow does not contradict me. It waits. That’s worse. “I didn’t come back to trade one cage for another,” I continue. “I didn’t claw my way out of death to become a mouthpiece for something that eats memory and calls it balance.”