[He's surprised to hear himself say it. It makes him feel sick immediately. He shouldn't know what love is. It's not as if he can feel it. Not really. But--
There was a girl giving them strength to fight. There was their mother. There he was with the old man speaking to Ichigo one last time--
No. He doesn't know love. It would be useless to him anyway.
He stares at her for a long moment, face unreadable.]
...My master, we'll call him, tried to erase me. He wanted to use my power without me being there at all. He took everything from me and just about everyone we knew pitched in to make it happen.
[He's never told Lotte this story. It would've been weak. He's not sure why this is different.]
I fought. He won. He dragged us down, for whatever amount of myself I was. He called me to the chopping block and I knew there was never an option. Same old story, same old stupid end.
Except, I'm here. I'm speaking to you, free, on my own, and alive. None of that should be possible. But I don't care what's supposed to be possible or not. If something needs to be done, I'm going to do it. I've pulled off impossible a dozen times. I don't see what the hell one more is.
[She looks up at him again, confused utterly by his words. That...had to be the way it was. That's how it's written into her very self. She can hear it like a constant whisper in her ear.
Be a good girl. In order to be loved, you're not allowed to make mistakes.
She wants to be loved.
...Her head hurts.]
She told me to trust you. I think that must mean she really believes you can help her. [Her glassy eyes narrow, fighting to hold back tears that might not even come. Do people run out of tears? Do constructs?] And...if you can... That means I'll be free, too? I'll be first?
[It sounds unbelievable, another error in some magic code ingrained in her. Impossible. He's really made the impossible happen?]
Is it... [She rubs at her bad fingers, not sure what it is she wants to ask. It feels too presumptuous or like doubt. She should just be glad they're bothering with her at all, when it wasn't like she was worth doing the impossible for -- and now, she doesn't know if she could handle that littlest bit of hope being ripped away from her again. Eventually, still at a loss, V bows her head and defaults to the simplest feeling she can find, besides Mother's insistent rules. Like she imagines many of her feelings are, it doesn't feel correct.] ...Please take care of me.
[Lotte is wrangling her hair into her signature pigtails as she wanders in, clean white pajamas taking the place of her wet clothes. She hasn't heard much of anything, but the bit she has caught there at the end has her rolling her eyes.]
Ugh. They're always being gross. Oh! [She'd been speaking to the boy, but it's only then that she registers what that means. Looking almost excited, she claps her hands together.] Aniki! You're back! Did you have fun? Let's go!
[There's a moment when she notes she'll be free first, where he wonders if she won't just run off as soon as she is. He's sure he could catch her, but it would be a pain, especially in Karakura. He can't go about so easily there without drawing attention. He's not even sure he'll be able to avoid it for this venture of theirs.
Who will be the first to jump? Some nobody shinigami? The remaining Vizards? Ichigo's friends? Or will Dad actually rise up just to see him down?
But this girl, she goes for the throat in an entirely different way. His eyes fix on her, sharp. Take care of me. He's never bent easily to a demand. Only those small requests in his existence, cutting through the deepest darkness, one greater than all else. Save us.
Just her. Only her, among dozens, hundreds. He'd turn their soul inside out and they'd blend into each other, for her.
Lotte chooses that time to be boisterous and he just barely manages to bring his attention back with a light shake of his head.]
Chh. You're the one wasting time! We've been waiting out here!
[Last time he was given a request like that, everything had been undone and rewritten. He doesn't know what this will mean.]
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[He's surprised to hear himself say it. It makes him feel sick immediately. He shouldn't know what love is. It's not as if he can feel it. Not really. But--
There was a girl giving them strength to fight. There was their mother. There he was with the old man speaking to Ichigo one last time--
No. He doesn't know love. It would be useless to him anyway.
He stares at her for a long moment, face unreadable.]
...My master, we'll call him, tried to erase me. He wanted to use my power without me being there at all. He took everything from me and just about everyone we knew pitched in to make it happen.
[He's never told Lotte this story. It would've been weak. He's not sure why this is different.]
I fought. He won. He dragged us down, for whatever amount of myself I was. He called me to the chopping block and I knew there was never an option. Same old story, same old stupid end.
Except, I'm here. I'm speaking to you, free, on my own, and alive. None of that should be possible. But I don't care what's supposed to be possible or not. If something needs to be done, I'm going to do it. I've pulled off impossible a dozen times. I don't see what the hell one more is.
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Be a good girl. In order to be loved, you're not allowed to make mistakes.
She wants to be loved.
...Her head hurts.]
She told me to trust you. I think that must mean she really believes you can help her. [Her glassy eyes narrow, fighting to hold back tears that might not even come. Do people run out of tears? Do constructs?] And...if you can... That means I'll be free, too? I'll be first?
[It sounds unbelievable, another error in some magic code ingrained in her. Impossible. He's really made the impossible happen?]
Is it... [She rubs at her bad fingers, not sure what it is she wants to ask. It feels too presumptuous or like doubt. She should just be glad they're bothering with her at all, when it wasn't like she was worth doing the impossible for -- and now, she doesn't know if she could handle that littlest bit of hope being ripped away from her again. Eventually, still at a loss, V bows her head and defaults to the simplest feeling she can find, besides Mother's insistent rules. Like she imagines many of her feelings are, it doesn't feel correct.] ...Please take care of me.
[Lotte is wrangling her hair into her signature pigtails as she wanders in, clean white pajamas taking the place of her wet clothes. She hasn't heard much of anything, but the bit she has caught there at the end has her rolling her eyes.]
Ugh. They're always being gross. Oh! [She'd been speaking to the boy, but it's only then that she registers what that means. Looking almost excited, she claps her hands together.] Aniki! You're back! Did you have fun? Let's go!
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Who will be the first to jump? Some nobody shinigami? The remaining Vizards? Ichigo's friends? Or will Dad actually rise up just to see him down?
But this girl, she goes for the throat in an entirely different way. His eyes fix on her, sharp. Take care of me. He's never bent easily to a demand. Only those small requests in his existence, cutting through the deepest darkness, one greater than all else. Save us.
Just her. Only her, among dozens, hundreds. He'd turn their soul inside out and they'd blend into each other, for her.
Lotte chooses that time to be boisterous and he just barely manages to bring his attention back with a light shake of his head.]
Chh. You're the one wasting time! We've been waiting out here!
[Last time he was given a request like that, everything had been undone and rewritten. He doesn't know what this will mean.]
Let's get this over with!