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[transcendens]

Impossible though I suspect it is for one so simple-minded to believe, I've better uses for my time than wasting it attempting to communicate with you.

Planning for the rampant plague of stupidity about to befall the city of eternal night, for example. You may have forgotten about it, but I assure you, I have not.

Cease entertaining the futile notion of subjecting me to further idiocy and concentrate on the matter at hand.

I haven't come this far only to lose everything due to your inattention.

Comments

[farce]

Loosin' the upper hand, are ya, Ai-zen-tai-chou ~ ?

[transcendens]

Have you found your puppet master to be very accommodating, I wonder?

[farce]

Think she's got a soft spot for ol' Gin. Heh. Other than the arm...

[transcendens]

Yet that is only temporary at best. Unless you wish it otherwise.

[farce]

...Boy, ya really are overestimatin' my say in this, jus' a pinch.

[transcendens]

Rather, I know how persuasive you can be about getting what you want.

[farce]

Ya shameless flatterer.

[deicidal]

She meddles once more, mm?

[transcendens]

When does she not? How fares your own travails?

[deicidal]

The less said on that score, the better.

Were she a creature of sense, perhaps she might realize I've little intention of exploring a collection of worlds of inferior construct.

[transcendens]

You would rather be confined to one?

[deicidal]

I would rather I be left to reshape them at my own inclination. Yet she would have me stoop to the servile good graces I affected before.

[transcendens]

You know, you could simply kill them all. That ever remains an option.

[tercera]

[... Nope, you just get a disapproving look, that's all.]

[transcendens]

We're never going to get beyond this, are we, Tia?

[tercera]

Your empty excuses do not undo what was done.

[transcendens]

And what was that, exactly? Remove you and your fraccion from the war? Free you to go where you choose?

[tercera]

Save your breath. I am no sniveling girlchild to believe the best intentions in the strike of a sword.

[transcendens]

If you were a sniveling girlchild, Tia Harribel, you would never have become the Tercera.

[deathberry]

You're in trouble?

[ Sometimes it's like he even listens. ]

[transcendens]

Would you believe that it's not me at the center of the disturbance for once? I'm to be kept out of it.

[deathberry]

So, what's the problem if you're not in trouble and it's got nothing to do with you?

[transcendens]

The problem, Kurosaki Ichigo, is what I intend to do with a city left in chaos. Aid those in need? Or engage in a bit of stress relief?

[deathberry]

Help them, obviously.

[transcendens]

I'm afraid I'm not quite as altruistic as you. Especially when my enemies are involved.