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A ryoka, at heart a futility... did you think to break my conviction with that kind of blade?
The woman you court so miserly, she is a Kuchiki. I have made her a Kuchiki.
She is not the mouse of a prized tenshukaku. The pillars of the walls around her, they are my her duty, my her strength.
She will not bow before threat. Her sword hand will not hesitate. Her blade will cut. Her spell will catch - hold.
She is Kuchiki, she will not afford to bend her knee. Before her enemies, before her contenders before me - she will not break.
What am I? Kuchiki also. Born, bred.
The Head of House will take its members and shape them into worthy tools. I shall not dishonour her through gratuity: the finger is pricked when unsheathing a sword uselessly, but there is no blood gift for an unused blade.
An insult, to give a Kuchiki what she has not won. An injury, to dote on her cherish her openly to condescend her.
I am not immutable the craftsmen that you would make me, to lock her within the walls of my decision. If there is a castle, it is of her making. If there are guards, they are of her choosing. If I am her obstacle, then I shall remove myself be removed.
She is Kuchiki. She would allow no less.
Pass peacefully, Kurosaki Ichigo.
There is no keeper here.
You have crumbled the gate.
There is too much said of forgiveness.
It is an uneven blade that cannot cut. Unbalanced.
Weak.
There is no need of such a weapon.
filtered :: rukia + renji + shiki
Note of my new residence will find you shortly.
I expect the use of discretion.
And immediate notice in the event of emergency.
[ooc: emoting moving closer to HQ hereon /o.]