（ that gets a bit of a laugh, and a shake of her head. ）
I told you, just sparring. With someone named Grimmjow. I told him not to hold back, and he didn't.
（ the dressing is peeled away, revealing a series of clawmarks that scored her skin, definitely down through layers of muscle and fat, nearly to the bone. it looks... messy, but the marks are at least far enough apart that there's enough stability to stitch it all up. ）
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I told you, just sparring. With someone named Grimmjow. I told him not to hold back, and he didn't.
（ the dressing is peeled away, revealing a series of clawmarks that scored her skin, definitely down through layers of muscle and fat, nearly to the bone. it looks... messy, but the marks are at least far enough apart that there's enough stability to stitch it all up. ）