BSD
Administrator
"S-sorry...d-din't notice you there hehe....Were you talking to me?"
Ignoring his words she looked calmly down at the blood spat down near her feet. Blinking a moment she heaved a sigh and turned her back to him. Eyes glancing up toward the man still in the room she watched as he answered the two questions she needed to know without having to say a word. He simply shook his head then gave a small but firm nod. Clicking her tongue she swung her arms before her again, taking hold of her small black case and closing it. Moving away from the table with her collection held in one hand she crossed over the small area to retrieve a chair. She dragged it behind her with a nearly blank expression on her face, though it was obvious the gears were turning within her mind. Stopping at the place where he he spat she set the chair beside it and took a seat, setting the case on the floor. Without paying him any mind for the moment she thought over her next moves, combing her hair with her fingers almost absentmindedly before pushing the mass upward and circling it around a few times and binding the majority of her hair behind her head.
There was a simple reaction she always looked for, something the man knew well enough as he watched Kazumi at work enough times. She kept her gaze steady on the prisoner as she considered what she had learned thus far; the concept of harm coming to his family raised no fear, however, he was afraid of losing his control. At least, that was how she would perceive the fear that had glimmered in his eyes under the other member's watch. The prisoner's demeanor now seeming all the more angry it seemed logical to come to such a conclusion. He feared no pain she could inflict upon him or anyone he cared for, though he feared her taking control of the situation in a different manner, and was now more determined than before with the pain coursing through his body. This was all a theory, however, one Kazumi would simply have to test by pushing him further.
She supposed she had little time to approach this tactic, the dire nature of the situation most likely leaving her with very little time with him. On average she had as much time as she pleased, never having crossed into a point where it had taken too long. Then again, this would be the most serious situation she had been a part of and needed to extract information about. Another sound leaving her lips, this time softer, she glanced down at her case before reaching for one filled with a dark blue liquid. Eyeing the man for a few moments she estimated his weight before standing and injecting the fluid into the same location as before, though stopping once she had reached a certain amount, leaving the syringe now close the two thirds emptier than before. Dropping it into the case almost carelessly, she tapped her fingers on her lips as she considered her words and awaited the drugs effects.
"Both of us chose to be here."
She brought her eyes to meet his, uncertain of the look that would be upon his face now. Perhaps confusion, perhaps anger. The amount of the dose she had given him was just enough to leave his pain at a dull throbbing, something easily tucked away if one had the will. Not enough to erase it completely, and not enough to cause any side effects that would alter his state of mind in any way. No, she needed to have his mind working completely. In her eyes, he was not some disillusioned man forced into a corner. He had made this decision through harsh and cold logic. This was only based on the small amount of evidence she had, however, as well as from a hunch. It was difficult to see him so emotionally charged when he had no family to consider. Maybe they were lost to the tragedy, as likely as the possibility he never had one to begin with. Regardless, she would proceed forward in a language she hoped they would both speak.
"Of course I didn't choose to be right here in this moment, just as you didn't choose to be hanging there like you are. But the decisions we've made before led us here. I see how strongly you believe in your cause, just as you must see I believe in mine. But I also believe that neither cause would choose to be here, on either side."
She raised a brow with the last word. This was perhaps the most she had every truly spoken with a prisoner, her echoing voice in the small, dark space feeling extremely alien. But the loaded sentence held its question heavily in the air between them. Though remaining with a passive look, she readied herself for any betrayal, either through his words or his reaction. How dangerous were these people?
"Although maybe you'd have been perfectly happy to see me in such a position, even if this particular day had not happened. It takes...so much planning to have gotten to where this has, your hands must be covered with the blood of everyone who got in your way."
Tilting her head to the side lightly she gave him a near accusing glance. She had not received enough information to know what all damage they had actually caused yet, but for the man to be here now it was evident he had done something horrible, or he had received help...most likely from one of her fellow shinigami. Though the thought was almost painful to truly consider, she could not dismiss that these people who knew so little about the inner workings of the Gotei Thirteen dreamed of truly making it anywhere without having either created weapons far more devastating than they could have expected or without aid from within.
