The word was more exasperated than anything else. He'd perceived quite a bit, but it was nothing new. Mimihagi was a dark god, and having woven himself so completely into Ukitake, that darkness had often leaked through during the man's own attacks. The familiarity of it now was jarring, but not at all because of Sion himself nor what he'd felt in his mana.
"I truly wish you'd come sit with me again. I think no differently of you than I did before the attack, but you need mana desperately. I can't give you enough to put you back to rights since all that will manage that is rest and good food, but I'd like to at the very least carry you home."
Sion would absolutely hate the idea, but he'd done this enough that he wouldn't allow him the choice.
"Your darkness is safe with me, have no fear. I would not burden a Lady with such a tale, and it isn't my place to do so with anyone. But I'm afraid I must insist upon helping you home and sharing what took place. It will take time for you to recover, and she deserves to know. I will offer her my assistance in caring for you over the next few days."
Yep. Captain's voice. And that speech? He'd said it far too many times to hear any arguments.
But he softened as he pulled a small wine pouch from his kimono. "Come, try to drink some of this. It's merely fruit juice, but you need the sugar and I'm sure your throat hurts. It's diluted a bit so it shouldn't burn too harshly.
You're quite lucky, when my friend was alive this was filled with alcohol. I started to carry another with me at all times for him, but I haven't since he passed. It's a good thing I've given up drinking, eh?"
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The word was more exasperated than anything else. He'd perceived quite a bit, but it was nothing new. Mimihagi was a dark god, and having woven himself so completely into Ukitake, that darkness had often leaked through during the man's own attacks. The familiarity of it now was jarring, but not at all because of Sion himself nor what he'd felt in his mana.
"I truly wish you'd come sit with me again. I think no differently of you than I did before the attack, but you need mana desperately. I can't give you enough to put you back to rights since all that will manage that is rest and good food, but I'd like to at the very least carry you home."
Sion would absolutely hate the idea, but he'd done this enough that he wouldn't allow him the choice.
"Your darkness is safe with me, have no fear. I would not burden a Lady with such a tale, and it isn't my place to do so with anyone. But I'm afraid I must insist upon helping you home and sharing what took place. It will take time for you to recover, and she deserves to know. I will offer her my assistance in caring for you over the next few days."
Yep. Captain's voice. And that speech? He'd said it far too many times to hear any arguments.
But he softened as he pulled a small wine pouch from his kimono. "Come, try to drink some of this. It's merely fruit juice, but you need the sugar and I'm sure your throat hurts. It's diluted a bit so it shouldn't burn too harshly.
You're quite lucky, when my friend was alive this was filled with alcohol. I started to carry another with me at all times for him, but I haven't since he passed. It's a good thing I've given up drinking, eh?"