"I would have gone with, 'You scratch my back, I scratch yours'."
Honoka smiled gratefully at the young girl after clearing the red stain from her face. The casualness in their exchange would be sure to send chills down the spines of those young shinigami that never saw cruelty before them like this. They were often so sheltered, so veiled from the realities of life. It was not their fault they simply weren't be able to stomach such gruesome truths. But those present were all entirely different from the shinigami yet to be hardened by life. They stood motionless, expressionless, awaiting their orders.
"What are you saying, Lieutenant Oki? Of course, we execute them on the spot... You should recall as a former lieutenant of said division."
"I see, so things haven't changed."
Honoka had to verify, after all, it had been so many years from her time in Second Division, perhaps things had changed, perhaps they'd gotten softer than she. It was good to hear otherwise from the very Lieutenant of the division.
She would brush aside the lifeless, treacherous hand that had dared to soil her face with blood off her lap, then sigh softly as she reopened her fan with a quick flick of her wrist, all to absentmindedly fan herself. Honoka dismissed the members of her division to leave her with Yasu and their guests; she needed to be completely alone with the Lieutenant once again. Her eyes followed them as they exited quickly on her command, once the entire group was distant enough from earshot, she would finally turn her gaze to acknowledge the lifeless bodies that lay before them in a large pool of their own blood for the first time.
"What do you think the punishment for a captain, their lieutenant, and quite possibly the entirety of the squad, would be if Captain Commander Murasaki were to find out about his squad members reporting to another captain?"
Her voice was stern as she spoke, she needed Yasu to understand the gravity of the situation Honoka was presented with. It wasn't a threat, quite the opposite, a warning. Hopefully the message was read clearly, and she would have to take no further action. And with word spreading amongst the shinigami as they sat in the Lieutenants Hall, perhaps that in itself it would serve as enough of a deterrent for any disloyal or treasonous thoughts anyone would have against the very Division that heads the entirety of the Gotei Thirteen.
Honoka mumbled softly behind her fan as she slowly began slipping cookie, after cookie into her mouth while traumatic memories came rushing back of what he would deem a "slap on the wrist". No one could begin to fathom what sort of grueling, horrific, twisted punishment one would receive as a sentence from the man. Perhaps death would be a mercy. It would be something that would worry her indefinitely, not for herself, but for those younger than she still hoping to achieve things in their lives. It would be a great shame to see the light in their eyes extinguished by one bad choice. She couldn't protect everyone, a sad truth she came to learn at a young age, but at least now she had the power to protect those she held dearly in her heart.
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