“ When does this end? ” ( from momo.
( * / @equanmitiy / prompt / accepting )
When does this end?
A question with plethora of answers, stemming out of subjectorism. An inquiry with significance that few can display comprehension to. Innumerable scenarios would cross his mind, played like a theatrical performance with yours truly as the orchestrator, and yet all of them would reach a certain destination. All of them would cross boundaries beyond perceptiveness, reach heights that few could even dare to conceptualize; the unworthy would never dare to dream of obtaining --- how credulous, a ludicrous diegesis that could make even someone without the beating susceptible flexor, to laugh boisterously.
Alas, no need to dwelve in such prosaic manners.
When does this end?
He could effortlessly offer a mundane answer, laced in predictability yet still retaining impactfulness. He could bestow her with a response that would make her to never question the motives behind his actions. He could even offer her something of profoundness, yet the misinterpretation to sentimentality is there, standing like a potentiality of a chance; emotionalism was never his ally, a connotation disregarded from his vocabulary for the sake of his aspirations to be accomplished. He would only speak out of the logicalness of his brain, an abudance of such in his possession. Despite the immeasurable amount of inquisitiveness wielded, there was none held for such trait. Only its absolute disregardance.
He could even refuse to acknowledge such query, but avoidance will only feed to perpetuity. The refusal of acknowledgement was never on the table to begin with -- only, the choices to vocalize his response; to present enough yet to intrigue curiosity to seek. A conundrum of words that would require indispensable perspicacity to solve. Such was Aizen Sōsuke.
Or was he, hm?
❛ Any response I am be inclined to give, may not be compensatory enough. ❜
A brief pause, allowing his deep voice to resonate within the atmosphere, yet soon to offer continuance with apparent laconism, enough to unveil what is necessary with emphasis showcased. Even so, the persistence of the enigma is there, headstrong.
❛ When the sempiternity of this would reach its ending. ❜
