An existence with no value... [there's a thought.] So for every world that we save here and elsewhere, there are countless others that crumble to dust without ever seeing true potential. That's a very sad way of looking at it.

[however, it's no different from human souls, is it not? all those souls festering away in what they were promised was a peaceful afterlife, never really knowing if they'll ever meet up with their loved ones again, left to die and be reborn again, while only a small handful have the spiritual wherewithal to become shinigami. they're important to the balance, the cycle of souls, but that's all they are- resonance, echoes of human life produced over and over again. and there's really no helping that.] I can't deny it makes sense.