A beginning for @illholy
The wounds at his chest and the arm which had been ripped from him dyed the pristine white of his garments with red. They had been hastily cauterised, yet the blood seeped as Gin forced his body to move in spite of an encroaching weariness. Once he found he had made his way to a familiar doorstep, his shoulder hit against the entrance as his consciousness swayed and his back slowly bent until he had slid to the ground. Gradually he found the absolute control he had always demanded was slipping away. The stretched smile was absent and his eyes heavy as delirium threatened to overcome him.
Exhaustedly shifting his remaining arm within blurring sight, the clenched fingers eased to reveal the Hōgyoku cradled in his palm. A coveted sphere which held a piece of Rangiku deep within. Even if he could not recognize her in its form or presence, Gin had never forgotten the day he witnessed a portion of her being offered to this power. It had never rung clearer in his mind than it did presently, reminding him there was a delicate gift Rangiku had burned into his mind and the heart he indeed possessed.
Gin wished to rise, but found the effort was wasted and thus he lay in silence. With such a feeble display, brought forth were the memories of his powerless and frail life among the living. A child whose mind had raced while the body withered and succumbed to death. His eyes tensing with a surge of acrimony, it was with malice and a mild fear he bore witness to his own weakness and a fervent desire to reach for a light he knew would only be sullied by his hand.
Perhaps Gin heard the door to Judith’s residence open, but his focus lay within his thoughts and the object in his possession. ❝I emerge… the victor,❞ he breathed a laugh which was bitter and callous. The tone of the words to follow was a soft whisper, for a woman who would never hear them. ❝Forgive me...❞ Gin would not speak her name aloud.