Country of Liars
He is not the only one with hidden thoughts and sly lies. You know this. He is good at it, you'll admit, or else how could he fool those who are called gods? Aizen Sousuke is a slippery man, the type to fall through your fingers, the moment you give him the smallest crack.
A kind disposition is often one not to be trusted, but it is just as often trusted anyway.
This man with the kind disposition knows all there is to know about trust: how to obtain it, how to keep it, how to use it, and how to throw it away.
He should, you think plainly, write a book.
And you might even help him, because while he knew it all, you had learned it all.
And there was something guarded about his eyes, even now.
My, you think. So many liabilities with this man. Is he not someone you have vowed to follow?
You do not commit to vows easily. You think long and hard about them, turning them over in your mind with a rather frightening thought process based on chance and consequences weighed against personal gain. You never really trusted gut feeling, anyway.
Rangiku never questioned this. She understood-- no, you can't say that. She tolerated. She tolerated your lack of taking vows. Never had you uttered those words she so wanted to hear.
She didn't trust you. Perhaps now, when you are gone, she will teach Kira a lesson in suspicion.
Aizen is suspicious. Aizen, you know, is doubtful of everything. He is so confident. He thinks of everything. He is paradoxical.
A vow is a vow. A mask is a mask. Masks can be worn underneath masks, and even then, your face could be painted with blossoming reds and beautiful untruths.
"Gin," Aizen summons, crooking a finger. Beckoning.
"Yes, sir," You reply lightly, voice lilting with the accent native to liars. This is a country of liars.
Vows are not things to take lightly. It is a good thing, then, that they are easy to deflect when you cross your fingers behind your back.