【ⅹⅲ】〜 He hardly felt intimidated. The need for answers was indeed past due for someone like him. He said nothing, eyes narrowed with a sorrowful expression. “You were a great ally, Sosuke.” He commented, unable to bring himself forward. “Even if it does not concern me, there are plenty of things in this world that do.”
The man kept his composure, knowing the darkness held them in it’s clutches. “Indeed, books DO have endings. But yours still seems far from over. Your pages still slowly turn,nowhere near the end.” That much felt true. The life of a Shinigami was that of agony in a state like this.. even if they were stripped of their title. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he stood upright. Bandages around his figure tightened at the movements, constricting him to his current stance.
“Our stories are still unfinished.. the endings blank, still being written as time passes.” But my time is lose at hand.
THE NARROWING OF HIS LIDS signified all seriousness within his manner. Juushiro’s peacemaking attitude became null. Becoming peaceful with a “BEING” like Aizen was far fetched. ❝ I was never an ally, Ukitake. You still believe to this day, even after the predicament you’ve all witnessed, that I was an ally? That is your downfall. ❞
His retorts were regularly harsh. Though, it spoke truth. His words of a book wrapped around Aizen’s head. Though he took none in consideration. ❝ How are you certain that I was referring to my book? Surely I’m aware my book will last for a LONG PERIOD OF TIME. It may never end for that matter... ❞ All the pain. All the suffering. All the PURE AGONY he put the Soul Society through; not once did it come across his mind. A self-minded one indeed. He released his hands from his robe’s inner pockets; slender fingers gently pushing back that damned strand of brown locks which never seemed to leave his vision.
❝ MY story is unfinished... I’ve long declared the Soul Society’s story: A Tragic Ending. ❞