[He can still feel Unohana's kidou - strengthened by Minazuki - smothering his own power like a blanket; blocking his ability to sense much at all beyond the walls of the room itself. It's standard practice for Unohana to place a kidou shield around the rooms of all Captains and Vice Captains when they're confined to Fourth - he knows that - but to Kyouraku it still feels like a slow suffocation. The depths of panic and paranoia that he had felt in the midst of the fever dreams abruptly make more sense, and he lifts a hand to rest over Jyuushiko's, frowning quietly as he slides his fingers between hers.]
I owe her an apology, I think. Several, possibly.
[There's a momenmt of hesitation then; an unwillingness to venture into subjects that he has neither seen nor considered outside of the warped hallucinations and certainties that he is no longer sure even occurred.
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[He can still feel Unohana's kidou - strengthened by Minazuki - smothering his own power like a blanket; blocking his ability to sense much at all beyond the walls of the room itself. It's standard practice for Unohana to place a kidou shield around the rooms of all Captains and Vice Captains when they're confined to Fourth - he knows that - but to Kyouraku it still feels like a slow suffocation. The depths of panic and paranoia that he had felt in the midst of the fever dreams abruptly make more sense, and he lifts a hand to rest over Jyuushiko's, frowning quietly as he slides his fingers between hers.]
I owe her an apology, I think. Several, possibly.
[There's a momenmt of hesitation then; an unwillingness to venture into subjects that he has neither seen nor considered outside of the warped hallucinations and certainties that he is no longer sure even occurred.
He looks away from Jyuushiko when he asks.]
Aizen. Is he dead?