Ulquiorra was tired in a way he had never known tiredness. It wasn't a physical tiredness that could be resolved with food and rest, it was something else, something infuriatingly intangible that left his limbs feeling like lead. He put it down to the adrenaline leaving his bloodstream after Ienzo had been injured; every action since had been performed on a sort of autopilot.
The Hollow in his head laughed.
Ienzo-san's injury, Aizen-sama's ire, Gin's power, Murciélago's offer. They circled in his head like birds of prey sighting their quarry.
Ulquiorra took it all, all his thoughts, and all he'd seen, and all he'd done, and he pushed it neatly aside and down and out of the way so he could continue to function. So it didn't get the better of him.
The journey back from the Eremite plains had taken less time than the journey there. The route back to the Palace through a Garganta was a well worn one, and Ulquiorra had travelled in silence, mind kept carefully blank so he didn't fall to the temptation to dwell on what he'd seen. Gin had cut the Weapon down so easily, and Ulquiorra had nearly lost his and Ienzo-san's lives to it.
He didn't bother to change again, remaining in his Arrancar uniform as he travelled to the infirmary. Szayel would have done his work by now. Ulquiorra would be able to see the true extent of the damage done.
Knowing Szayel, he would also need someone to rein him in. After all that had happened today, Ulquiorra was not well positioned to serve physical reprimand to another Arrancar. He hoped there would be other Ryoka present to keep Szayel in line.
He banished his mask before he reached the infirmary, and strode through the doors with one hand in his pocket.
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Date: 2017-06-05 08:03 pm (UTC)The Hollow in his head laughed.
Ienzo-san's injury, Aizen-sama's ire, Gin's power, Murciélago's offer. They circled in his head like birds of prey sighting their quarry.
Ulquiorra took it all, all his thoughts, and all he'd seen, and all he'd done, and he pushed it neatly aside and down and out of the way so he could continue to function. So it didn't get the better of him.
The journey back from the Eremite plains had taken less time than the journey there. The route back to the Palace through a Garganta was a well worn one, and Ulquiorra had travelled in silence, mind kept carefully blank so he didn't fall to the temptation to dwell on what he'd seen. Gin had cut the Weapon down so easily, and Ulquiorra had nearly lost his and Ienzo-san's lives to it.
He didn't bother to change again, remaining in his Arrancar uniform as he travelled to the infirmary. Szayel would have done his work by now. Ulquiorra would be able to see the true extent of the damage done.
Knowing Szayel, he would also need someone to rein him in. After all that had happened today, Ulquiorra was not well positioned to serve physical reprimand to another Arrancar. He hoped there would be other Ryoka present to keep Szayel in line.
He banished his mask before he reached the infirmary, and strode through the doors with one hand in his pocket.