[slight fall, heavy breathing; a lengthier pause, then the whispered - ]
No ill will comes with me.
No plague to your reason.
No discord to your house.
No hand to ripple the calm of your waters.
[- calmly, at a more proper volume]
Your orders, Aizen-sama. Your counsel.
[ooc: fading to no energy / reiatsu, for as long as he can uphold
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