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Kindness was not unknown to Yamamoto. It was a distant friend, fleeting in its lifespan and fickle in nature. It had its applications. Today, as yet another traitor placed themselves before judgement, kindness had no purpose.
“You speak for mercy, Yaso Sayuri, as though you are anything but an enemy of the Soul Society.” No attempt is made to suppress fury, nor flaring reiatsu smothering the landscape. “Your time is better spent explaining yourself before I grow tired of your noise.”
her body has HARDLY healed from aizen’s assault -- everything still feels OUT OF PLACE, and it’s why she cannot even stand before him. her thin wrists chafe from the wooden handcuffs keeping her arms behind her back. sayuri remains on her knees -- there’s a tremble throughout her body from the FEAR and the weakness. she expected this. aizen also knew if she was alive, she would succumb to the same fate. . . in the end, she was always destined for failure.
sayuri bows her head before him, tears burning her eyes. “ i -- “ it’s hard to speak, when her throat feels paralyzed by the fear coursing through her veins -- by the reiastu overcoming her own. “k -- a -- “ just SAY SOMETHING. “w--when aizen had betrayed. . . us. . . he invited me to come along with him. . . i told . . . k--kyoraku-taichou. . . and -- he . . . encouraged m--me to spy on him.” it had been a DANGEROUS plan. it’d been a side of kyoraku-taichou she never saw, even though he had warned her about how badly things could’ve ended up. . . and here she is. “i -- “ she chokes back a sob. she’s WEAK and PATHETIC, and perhaps he will kill her here. a fitting end. “i -- needed to -- play the p--part. . .”
