" Correct. " The destruction of another would be ignored. Unimportant. Insignificant. If one or two [ or maybe all? ] of the ones in the new Captain Commander's presence were to perish, he doubted that their new leader would even care past the need to deal with the Central 46 even more than he already had. And: as long as they did not come too close to him, they would live. As long as they would honour their privacy, they could come out of this whole encounter as unharmed as only possible - shall he will it, a point of contention of the possible. For all that it was, after all, the mere snap of fingertips would be enough to grind them all to dust.
Unimportant and undesired. It was a thought process, complexity be damned for the notion to just give information towards one that did not deserve it in his eyes. If one had attained such, then it was the butterfly in question was Sōsuke held for important enough to even humour a conversation whose length could spell misfortune and doom towards those awaiting eagerly to be rescued. Alas, out of some reason? Was it not more likely that none else but the ones present right now were even aware of this farce?
What would happen if everybody else would know?
What would happen once he was to leave this place? [ didn't he know? ].
For this conversation solely boiled down towards the knowledge that he was the only one whose existence could soothe a hurt and agitated soul just like Sasameki's,--- " And you could assume that because of that, the little lady has no want, no need, nor reason to be found. " But was it truly so easy? He could feel the forest, even down, even below all these countless levels embedded into the depths of a screaming ground. He could feel what she had nurtured. What she had brought back from his destroyed Kingdom in an attempt to keep something with her, while she could not keep him anymore. Sentimental, if at all, but it had led them to this conversation as well - enough of a mental quip to raise a smile where none should be shown. " But no, that would be too simple. " Simple as an explanation, impossible for everybody to follow in his machinations. Yet, Sōsuke would raise a hand, finger pointing upwards, towards the sky, beyond the trapped maze of torn expectations that the Soul Society called a prison. A very sorry excuse for it, that is was. " Just what happened before the explosion? "
Now, we both know this is nothing but a joke. What happened in a time when the beloved husband was caught in a quarrel that let her slip beyond and away? What happened in the time her father was too enamoured with an illusion, to see the true danger that would unfold in heartbeats just? " She was here. With me. With him. Where did the little lady go, after that? Come on, you know it. But I won't give her to you if you don't answer. "
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