“i don’t feel strongly in regards to kurotsuchi,” he paused, he supposed it would be a loss if something where to happen to mayuri. he had to admit to useful technology and the powerful mind behind it, though, another taking up the mantle and being rid of that vile man would not be so bad either. though, it was not up to byakuya, he imagined the captain commander would ask for his return. “i am not the captain to bargain with nor threaten, for that matter,” silver gazed searched through the blackness that blanketed them. he could not see any crack nor fissure, he wondered if he put senbonzakura to it how well it would hold up, though, that was the brutish alternative he would hope to avoid.
“you will come to understand, the difference between me and my lieutenant is that i will most certainly kill you,” hands folded behind his back, despite his words he did not reach for his zanpakuto, he would play this game—- for now. “what reason have i to accept your surrender, more clearly, what assurance do i have that you would not continue in your allegiances espada? and even if i should agree to allow you negotiations with the captain commander, he may very well request me to end your pitiful existence.”
he was not seeking to act as a deterrent to the concept of surrender but he would not pretend that it would be so simple to accept an arrancar’s word. nor would he like to play the role of fool should he bring the arrancar in front of yamamoto just for their agreements to be spat upon. and he must admit, he found himself rather disgusted, thinking it might be better to end a creature like this once and for all. he pushed his personal feelings on the matter aside, resisting the urge to drag his hands along his skin to check for that aforementioned larvae.
“I see,” Szayel Aporro hums, striding quickly and assuredly past the captain’s voice and into the darkness. The rhythmic clicks of his heels fade to near-disappearance before beginning to crescendo from the opposite direction. As soon as he hears Kuchiki’s breathing, he quickens his pace, returning to the spot he left.
“. . . fascinating little thing!! A PERFECT little glass marble of a dimension!! I must apologize for the digression, Captain, but I simply couldn’t help myself. I’ve never seen the inside of one of these before!” He seems to remember himself after the outburst, and there’s some shuffling of fabric on fabric as he withdraws a pair of gloves from his pocket and tugs them on. “I am sensing that you do not find my impression of the absentminded professor charming in the least. Although this deeply wounds me, I understand —— I WILL BE BRIEF.”
“I am seeking new employment. I could be an ASSET to your people. I am full of information — not only on myself and my colleagues, but on Hollow and Arrancar as a whole. And,” he lowers his voice, “I am the curator of a modest file on our shinigami overlords, in case your people find themselves interested. Killing me would not deter me for more than five minutes, and it would put me in a terrible mood. I might not be so pleasant then, or so willing to share what I know.”
“But for the moment, I am feeling very agreeable!! And still VERY willing to be killed, if you would like,” Szayel snickers, “especially in the presence of your esteemed CAPTAIN COMMANDER. But I doubt he will enjoy the experience.”
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