"All reasonable extrapolations. Had I planned this out ahead of time, I likely would have selected such a grave."
He folds his arms behind his back.
"Xue Huifang died at age 17 in the year 1245 A.D. 6 years after entering the Soul Society, she chose to apply for Shinigami training in order to help provide for the family community that had adopted her. Although she had the highest spiritual power of any individual in her class, Xue was utterly unsuited to being a Shinigami in temperament, something that would ultimately keep her from achieving significance during her career. Assigned to the 4th Division because of her acceptable level of skill with Kaidō, Xue would later develop substantial skill as a detection expert and was, against her desires, attached as a support specialist to a hunting squad assigned to deal with exceptionally difficult targets. Several decades following, her allies were wiped out during an ambush by a group of Hollows they had underestimated. I happened to be in the area at the time and was intrigued by the absolute lack of fear she showed prior to her death. I eliminated her attackers and spoke to her a while before, at her request, crippling her and rendering her unfit for combat duty. As is my wont with those who attract my interest, I occasionally spoke to her for the remainder of her life."
"The circumstances of her death are not a matter of public record and would seem to fit, perhaps too well, with some of the concepts I have been pushing since the inception of the treaty. I will tell you if you desire, but that is not, ultimately, the thrust of my point. Armed with a name, you could indeed find a record of her. Minor biographical information, perhaps a few records of her accomplishments. It will not tell you that she loved sunflowers more than any other sight or that she showed no fear in the face of death. It will not tell you that she refused to inflict pain on even the smallest existence, or that she couldn't stand the taste sour foods. It will tell you that she was a soldier of minimal accomplishment, not a woman who gave everything she had for the sake of her family. She has been worse than forgotten. She was erased. Ignored beyond the most token efforts, twisting what memory there was of her until it was devoid of the woman herself. Heroes and legends have it little better. The stories we tell twist over time, as the words and the lens through which we view them warp with age. We remember stories, not people. Singular deeds, not the habits and beliefs that truly define us."
Jehoel looks over at Masaru.
"Death is an erasure, Captain. There is no glory. No 'good death.' You just said that your captain was not a perfect man, but in a century, his flaws will be forgotten. A legend will take the place of the individual who actually lived his life. These memories and stories comfort the living. They do nothing to benefit the dead. Quite the opposite, if anything. Just a thought to consider."