Ulquiorra looked at Even. He didn't care for or about the opinions of others as a rule, and the opinions of Ryoka other than Ienzo-san in particular. He knew little about Even, except that he was a mage, a scientist, and supposedly prone to outbursts although this had seemed something of an informed trait.
Until now.
"The Eremite Plains," he answered, bluntly. Ienzo's arm was, by now, in the belly of some beast, or destroyed completely by the Weapon, or Ulquiorra's attacks on it, or some combination of all three.
He had brought Ienzo-san back. It had been all he could do. He couldn't save his arm, or defeat the Weapon.
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Date: 2017-06-06 11:46 pm (UTC)Until now.
"The Eremite Plains," he answered, bluntly. Ienzo's arm was, by now, in the belly of some beast, or destroyed completely by the Weapon, or Ulquiorra's attacks on it, or some combination of all three.
He had brought Ienzo-san back. It had been all he could do. He couldn't save his arm, or defeat the Weapon.