[Ichigo cares, and how. Being trapped HERE in this stupid little carnival meant ANYTHING could be happening out there and he wasn't able to interfere nevermind stop anything! Zangetsu's incapable of fighting, and as soon as he tries to do just that, Ichigo's expression shifts a little. He KNOWS Zangetsu can't fight, and he's not willing to engage physically with someone who simply has no chance of fighting back. It wouldn't be fair.
It was one of the only ways they had to relate to each other though.
Which might be why the spectre on the flagpole isn't interfering. This is something.. they'll have to work out on their own, over time. If they had that kind of time. There's a ripple of strange not-fabric as he hops lightly from his perch and steps across the fragile looking glass of sideways buildings, bootsteps clicking like a dog's claws on cement.]
You will make do. [BOTH of them. They always have before.] To protect that which we wish to protect, this nonsense must be pursued to its final stupidity.
[Whatever it was they wished to protect. Ichigo wanted to protect everything. The manifestation of his Quincy heritage had a much narrower focus, but by the way the orange-haired teen's spine stiffens, he has his own ideas, and knows damn well what it means.]
Neither of you are used to ... pack tactics. Become used to it. Quickly, before time runs out. You cannot fight alone, and you are both more alone than you have ever been. Relying on the power of your zanpakuto or lending power to your master is nothing like relying on another fighter to be at your back. Or at your side.
[It wasn't right, as far as Ichigo was concerned. Zangetsu shouldn't be at his back. He belonged within, a source of strength and determination, not an active risk running about eating people!]
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Don't pretend you care.
[Ichigo cares, and how. Being trapped HERE in this stupid little carnival meant ANYTHING could be happening out there and he wasn't able to interfere nevermind stop anything! Zangetsu's incapable of fighting, and as soon as he tries to do just that, Ichigo's expression shifts a little. He KNOWS Zangetsu can't fight, and he's not willing to engage physically with someone who simply has no chance of fighting back. It wouldn't be fair.
It was one of the only ways they had to relate to each other though.
Which might be why the spectre on the flagpole isn't interfering. This is something.. they'll have to work out on their own, over time. If they had that kind of time. There's a ripple of strange not-fabric as he hops lightly from his perch and steps across the fragile looking glass of sideways buildings, bootsteps clicking like a dog's claws on cement.]
You will make do. [BOTH of them. They always have before.] To protect that which we wish to protect, this nonsense must be pursued to its final stupidity.
[Whatever it was they wished to protect. Ichigo wanted to protect everything. The manifestation of his Quincy heritage had a much narrower focus, but by the way the orange-haired teen's spine stiffens, he has his own ideas, and knows damn well what it means.]
Neither of you are used to ... pack tactics. Become used to it. Quickly, before time runs out. You cannot fight alone, and you are both more alone than you have ever been. Relying on the power of your zanpakuto or lending power to your master is nothing like relying on another fighter to be at your back. Or at your side.
[It wasn't right, as far as Ichigo was concerned. Zangetsu shouldn't be at his back. He belonged within, a source of strength and determination, not an active risk running about eating people!]