He must maintain his self control, but Ulquiorra wasn't used to finding that so hard. Betrayal wasn't something he'd felt before. He'd known grief, and pain, and the lost sense of helplessness that had come in the aftermath of Gongaga, but outright betrayal was something new. Its fingers reached into parts of Ulquiorra's head he wasn't used to.
Poor Quiorra-chan, Murcielago said. Ulquiorra could feel it basking in the darkness and roiling storm raging in his own head. First Aizen, then your aniki, and now you have no one.
Aizen-sama has nothing to do with this. Ulquiorra let himself concentrate on the Hollow's voice for a moment, becoming only distantly aware of what was going on in the library around himself.
He made you stand by and watch while he forced the Alchemist to do the same to Midgar as had been done to your parents.
Midgar was not the same as Gongaga. Ulquiorra replied, flatly.
You don't believe that, Quiorra-chan; the storm gives you away. Your seas have boiled ever since you saw that city destroyed.
Ulquiorra's fingers tightened slightly on the bookshelf he was holding in the library, and in his head he replied, Aizen-sama's decisions are naught to do with me, only his instructions are my concern.
The Hollow laughed and retorted, You don't believe that, either, Quiorra-chan. If you did, then you could have told him about your new ability; but you know what his decision would be, don't you, Quiorra-chan?
Ulquiorra didn't respond. He suspected that the revelation that he could now see through an illusion would, potentially, have unpleasant consequences. Enough, he told the Hollow.
You've discovered that something is actually important to you, Ulquiorra. Perhaps one day you'll stop running away from it.
Ulquiorra ignored the Hollow once more, finding himself still looking at the books, and the titles written in Rozarrian. He glanced back at the Alchemist, engrossed in his book, remembering for a moment what he'd witnessed at Midgar, and then turned back to the bookcase and withdrew one on the history of Alexandria.
He needed, desperately, to take his mind off Midgar, and Gongaga, and L, and Aizen-sama, and the Hollow.
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Poor Quiorra-chan, Murcielago said. Ulquiorra could feel it basking in the darkness and roiling storm raging in his own head. First Aizen, then your aniki, and now you have no one.
Aizen-sama has nothing to do with this. Ulquiorra let himself concentrate on the Hollow's voice for a moment, becoming only distantly aware of what was going on in the library around himself.
He made you stand by and watch while he forced the Alchemist to do the same to Midgar as had been done to your parents.
Midgar was not the same as Gongaga. Ulquiorra replied, flatly.
You don't believe that, Quiorra-chan; the storm gives you away. Your seas have boiled ever since you saw that city destroyed.
Ulquiorra's fingers tightened slightly on the bookshelf he was holding in the library, and in his head he replied, Aizen-sama's decisions are naught to do with me, only his instructions are my concern.
The Hollow laughed and retorted, You don't believe that, either, Quiorra-chan. If you did, then you could have told him about your new ability; but you know what his decision would be, don't you, Quiorra-chan?
Ulquiorra didn't respond. He suspected that the revelation that he could now see through an illusion would, potentially, have unpleasant consequences. Enough, he told the Hollow.
You've discovered that something is actually important to you, Ulquiorra. Perhaps one day you'll stop running away from it.
Ulquiorra ignored the Hollow once more, finding himself still looking at the books, and the titles written in Rozarrian. He glanced back at the Alchemist, engrossed in his book, remembering for a moment what he'd witnessed at Midgar, and then turned back to the bookcase and withdrew one on the history of Alexandria.
He needed, desperately, to take his mind off Midgar, and Gongaga, and L, and Aizen-sama, and the Hollow.