...de. In the end, he was just a kid...just a fucked up kid who'd been used and broken too many times to count. How could she expect him to act any differently?
Self-preservation could turn even the most honest soul into a liar.
The problem was-God help her-that she was actually starting to believe him about last night. There was something about him that was screaming honesty right now, but Rukia wasn't sure if she could trust her instincts where Ichigo was concerned.
The conflict within her soul grew heavy when she heard that he had, yet again, deliberately maimed his precious body. The guilt of knowing that she was the cause of his suffering waged a bloody war with the rage that clawed at her soul.
If he was guilty, then intellectually, she understood why he did it. She'd put him through so much that it was no wonder he would seek comfort from someone he considered a friend. Emotionally, though, she couldn't understand it. She would never fucking understand it. How could he claim to love me and sleep with someone else? Rukia knew that Ichigo couldn't help how he was...but there would be no stopping her vengeance.
Making him hurt again was repugnant to Rukia, but she kept telling herself that at least it wouldn't be a physical punishment. She wouldn't break the promise she made to hers...