There's something like a train crash within his skull. A screech of brakes, a crunch of metal, bursts of explosives and faint and distant screams drowned in shattering glass. His jaw hangs a little and slowly, oh so slowly, the weight of her words set in.

"Ishida Uryuu," He repeats, not at all as if the name is foreign. And then his face twists into horrified disgust.

"You're cousins?! You and he-- We're related to Ishida!?" His voice, already rather high as it is, nearly cracks.