You are Kusajishi Riku, Captain of the Seireitei Court Guard's Ninth Division. After awaking from nearly two weeks of unconsciousness induced by overexertion while sealing an unstable rift between Hueco Mundo and the living world, you've finally tracked down former Captain Hirako Shinji and his vizard comrades in order to check on your nephew.
The vizards were hiding under an abandoned warehouse just outside Karakura town, and after a repulsing a rather rude welcome with a show of force you, Apacci, and Rukia were led to meet with the Captains and Lieutenants who were driven into exile one hundred years ago. These are faces you haven't seen in a very long time, belonging to what should be kindred spirits. You are after all in the same position, that of shinigami who regardless of their own intents have obtained hollow powers: despite not having been especially close before the incident, you share that same experience in common which has shaped you all into who and what you are now.
So why does it feel like the distance between you has only grown?
“Can't you... you know,” you gesture vaguely to Shinji. “Control your hollow powers properly?”
“The hell are you talkin' about?” the blonde former-shinigami replies with a toothy scowl. “You're not makin' any sense.”
“I mean you're dominating your hollows to don those masks, right?” you ask, remembering how you too used to call on Rosa before coming to your present agreement. “You haven't figured out a way to cooperate with them, even with Urahara's advice?”
“No,” Shinji admits with a look of slowly dawning comprehension. “Nothin' like that. Why, what have you done?”
What HAVE you done? It seems that's a question you've never really asked yourself, presuming that since you, Yoruichi, and all of the arrancar you've worked with have come to roughly similar “end points” regarding the form of their sealed hollow powers that was simply the logical result.
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