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Only The Strongest
Prompt: Don't think you're above the law...
The law of the land: "Only the strongest will survive." True as it was, he couldn't believe that this destestable bastard had the gall to speak those words. And to him, to boot. He wouldn't say that no one else had suffered through this. That would be a lie. However, he would say that he'd been severly wounded, both by blade and by deed. But it wasn't the physical injuries that had bled him, but the torment that had sat within his mind.
Countless nights had he sat by her bedside, barely sleeping for fear that she'd suddenly slip away. He'd clasped her cold hand tightly, hoping to warm her. Had she gone on to die, it would partially have been his fault. He had been foolish, believing that he could take Aizen without a struggle. That's how he'd caught her, his blade forced through her back.
"Now you speak of truth, of might?" His hands tightened, head turned away. "You hold none. You hold only impulse, avarice, hatred. You could never understand the love she had for you all this time."
It was knowing, that smile the man wore. He'd used that same face to disillusion the entirety of the Soul Society; to take advantage of them all; to willingly attack that which the young captain held dear.
"I knew all along, Captain," he replied coolly. "If you'll remember, I've made mention of this before: Admiration is the state furthest from understanding."
Toshiro stood, motioning to the guard who opened the door. He'd had quite enough, having heard that damned line before. Perhaps it was true, but it still made the man's actions sinful. Taking advantage of an innocent girl, exploiting her abilities and her love for him. It was nothing short of shameful.
Now he was sure: He hated this man.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe it is the state furthest from understanding; maybe the strongest are the only ones meant to survive." He looked back, ice-blue eyes narrowing, a smirk crossing his face. "But Momo is alive, Aizen. So, by your logic, by the logic of the land, she's of the powerful elite. And you... You're doomed to rot in a cell."
