[The NV is thrown to the ground and something long, white and metallic is dropped in front of it. All that is seen is a back, heaving and long black hair. The body shown is shaking and his hands are clenched into fists.]
Why are you silent? Why aren't you talking?!
[The words are soft, almost pleading - a child's wish, almost.
The shoulders heave and the hands clench tighter so the knuckles are white and strained.]
Why aren't you saying anything? We've spoken for so long... why are you silent now?!
[Somewhere in there, his voice cracks, not in grief, but in that way that boys' voices sometimes do.]
ANSWER ME DAMMIT!
[A hand is flung out.]
BYAKURAI!
[A
streak of blue lightning shoots from his hand. It hits a tree and knocks it over, sending it crashing into a neighboring tree trunk, where it stays, balanced precariously.
The boy just stands there and stares, still not noticing the feed.]
[OOC: Umm, guess who can't talk to his zanpakutou?]