Nothing to worry about. Masaki's brow creases as she listens, and though she wants to interrupt... She doesn't. In part because she wants to hear it all, and in part because she doesn't know what to say.

It sounds insane. Hollows don't have that kind of self control. They don't have shame. She's not even sure that they resent being what they are. The ones that she's fought in the past... Those certainly didn't.

Her gaze goes to his sternum when he taps his chest, but she's not concerned about that. "What does she mean to do with it? Just let it stay there? On her floor?"