[The manifestation sounds .. weary. Looks it, too. This inner world was depressing. Would it always be so? Could there ever be anything else for someone so desperate to worry over everyone else but himself? But they had their own goal, and it didn't mean they wished to protect everyone Ichigo did.]
All he has ever been allowed to know of you, is vicious spite and hostile possession. Assistance ... at a price. Power with cost, with danger. I can think of very few times where your direct meetings have not ended in violence. I ... perhaps should not have made it so.
[It's not said ungently, this is old territory and in truth it wasn't .. entirely Zangetsu's fault. The old man himself had more a hand in that than the zanpakuto spirit did. Times change, but first impressions do not. And introducing a fledgling shinigami to the embodiment of his own enemy, but inside? Seemingly desperate to take over? To kill?]
Without that interference perhaps you would be as other spirits are to their masters. Still.
[He turns one calloused hand palm-up, to catch the splatters of raindrops.]
It must be unpleasant, to know you have been given what seemed to be a years-long goal of freedom, so soon after the effort to have you reforged and finally accept ... that you are the one who had always ...
[Very rarely had it been Ichigo's quincy powers that had saved him. Time and time again, it hadn't been, and when it was life or death .. always Zangetsu. The apparition shakes his hand off to be rid of the damp but the rain's not getting any less. It won't, for a long time.]
I understand there is no severing the bond between you. I do not think he understands, though it seems the thought alone of losing you is enough to return such rain to us.
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[The manifestation sounds .. weary. Looks it, too. This inner world was depressing. Would it always be so? Could there ever be anything else for someone so desperate to worry over everyone else but himself? But they had their own goal, and it didn't mean they wished to protect everyone Ichigo did.]
All he has ever been allowed to know of you, is vicious spite and hostile possession. Assistance ... at a price. Power with cost, with danger. I can think of very few times where your direct meetings have not ended in violence. I ... perhaps should not have made it so.
[It's not said ungently, this is old territory and in truth it wasn't .. entirely Zangetsu's fault. The old man himself had more a hand in that than the zanpakuto spirit did. Times change, but first impressions do not. And introducing a fledgling shinigami to the embodiment of his own enemy, but inside? Seemingly desperate to take over? To kill?]
Without that interference perhaps you would be as other spirits are to their masters. Still.
[He turns one calloused hand palm-up, to catch the splatters of raindrops.]
It must be unpleasant, to know you have been given what seemed to be a years-long goal of freedom, so soon after the effort to have you reforged and finally accept ... that you are the one who had always ...
[Very rarely had it been Ichigo's quincy powers that had saved him. Time and time again, it hadn't been, and when it was life or death .. always Zangetsu. The apparition shakes his hand off to be rid of the damp but the rain's not getting any less. It won't, for a long time.]
I understand there is no severing the bond between you. I do not think he understands, though it seems the thought alone of losing you is enough to return such rain to us.