[His first instinct is to laugh - to deny it - to argue - to point out the impossibility of Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni ever dying, and especially not by the hand of someone like Sousuke Aizen.
His second is to reach out with all his senses, seeking for that overwhelming and yet reassuring power that has been there as long as Shunsui cares to remember; the first person who had looked at him and seen more than the spoiled younger son of the Kyouraku family; the perfect blending of man and zanpakutou that no one else has yet - or will likely ever - achieve.
But the shield that is wrapped heavily around his room blocks any such attempt, and Jyuushiko's stubborn refusal to meet his eyes - the way her voice cracks over the words - is evidence enough that she is not lying.
Ryuujin Jakka has fallen. There is no emotion evident from Katen Kyokotsu, just a blank statement of inevitablity. And belatedly - dammit, Retsu - he feels the force of Jyuushiko's own reiatsu, turning inwards in a storm of anger that his is still too weak to counter.]
Jyuu... don't.
[He doesn't quite trust himself to stand, yet. Even if he could and even with Jyuushiko's depleted reiatsu - in his present condition, the force of it in the confines of the small infirmary room would be enough to keep him in check.
Instead he holds out a hand, and he can't tell if he's shaking or if it's just a blurring of his vision that has nothing to do with fever.]
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His second is to reach out with all his senses, seeking for that overwhelming and yet reassuring power that has been there as long as Shunsui cares to remember; the first person who had looked at him and seen more than the spoiled younger son of the Kyouraku family; the perfect blending of man and zanpakutou that no one else has yet - or will likely ever - achieve.
But the shield that is wrapped heavily around his room blocks any such attempt, and Jyuushiko's stubborn refusal to meet his eyes - the way her voice cracks over the words - is evidence enough that she is not lying.
Ryuujin Jakka has fallen. There is no emotion evident from Katen Kyokotsu, just a blank statement of inevitablity. And belatedly - dammit, Retsu - he feels the force of Jyuushiko's own reiatsu, turning inwards in a storm of anger that his is still too weak to counter.]
Jyuu... don't.
[He doesn't quite trust himself to stand, yet. Even if he could and even with Jyuushiko's depleted reiatsu - in his present condition, the force of it in the confines of the small infirmary room would be enough to keep him in check.
Instead he holds out a hand, and he can't tell if he's shaking or if it's just a blurring of his vision that has nothing to do with fever.]