"I need those, they're integral to the miniaturisation system," Retsu called out, closely examining Mayuri's effigy's skull. "Now this is simply ridiculous. Where did you put your brain?"
He threw the cuttings at her in a fit of pique, implying it was her job to stick them back on. "Spiritual bodies have none of the limitations of their physical counterparts, as long as the mental fortitude exists to break the lifetime's habits of bleeding, breathing, and other such reliance on crude chemical reactions!"
"I've no doubt it was saying that whilst you were still alive that killed you." She gathered up the shredded wings and called out Minazuki for surgery time. But just as she tucked the little Twelfth taicho into a pocket, its hat fell off. "Oh!"
"What now!" snapped Kurotsuchi, hogtying the weeping and groaning Apollo.
"I never knew your hair was such a lovely shade of blue," smiled Unohana.
Mayuri stared her in utter horror. His ever-visible teeth ground together in distaste or fury.
"Weren't we meant to know? If you fear what others might think of you, Mayuri, hair colour is the least of your worries…"