Requested by VioletCherry. Sorry for the wait :)
Ulquiorra
Sea
He was adrift in a sea of scepticism, lost in his own distrust. There was no anchor of idealism, or hope, or belief, or love, because he could not understand them enough to let them exist in his own, dark world.
He stared at his hand. He wondered how something so abstract, so transient, could mean so much to these pathetic shinigami and humans. He could not hold this thing that they treasured so dearly, could not destroy it or nurture it or do anything to it at all.
He felt this unassailable breeze of what he could not contemplate blow past him, skimming the waves of disparagement and cynicism, and wondered, just briefly, what it would be like to pull himself out of the water and embrace the untouchable.
Then he shook his head, and sighed quietly to himself.
Impossible.