Waiting on the Sin

He was in antegeria. He had already expressed himself as well as spoken with Aizen. He was arraying his pieces. Minimizing the others. For someone with the hate and rage within himself for another, he was oddly calculated. But hate drove him and focused him to such terrible lengths.

To such a thing as this. He never thought that he and his brother in double law would have such issues.  But here they were. Here they were indeed. There was nothing to say one another now. He had his chance. But he had chosen his path, he had chosen his keep. He had forfeited his own words and opportunities to the altar of the craven, running from his fate and shirking his responsibilities.

He looked over the bay. He desperately waited for the boat that harbored that maggot to arrive so that he could lay waste to him. So that they could have thier bout and thier fight with one another. He couldnt even suffer his sight anymore. He needed to defend his honor.

He needed to defend the family's honor. And the way that Kenshi stepped and spit all over it... that drove him to sin.
(Malus M. Takashi)