Disclaimer: Bleach is Kubo Tite's work. Borrowing.
randomness
June 4 / the book of questions
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For Nanao's view of the world remained rational and practical while the world refused to be so, she was often left with questions that remained wanting of answers. She wrote them down diligently and secretly, in hopes the severe black and white presentation might facilitate the focusing of her analytic brain on solutions. Of course, the said analytic brain was often futile against the philosophical inquiries it conjured everyday. And yes, she was irritated by the profligacy of her irrational notions. She had deemed her self better than that and figured it must be the result of a certain someone's unsavory influence.
Most of those aforesaid notions were his, after all. But it was she who got stuck with them, till she should could no longer do her work and instead pondered upon the unanswerable.
Why is the sky blue, he would say offhand.
It has something to do with the wavelength of light absorbed by the substances that makes up the sky, she replied, perfectly reasonable. Whatever's reflected is what we see.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side, she said dryly, now losing her patience. She was absolutely serious, however, and he had laughed his head off, lauding her gracious lack of arrogance and superiority of the simpler folk's amusements, her game appreciation of his lame-ass jokes.
There was one query she formulated herself. It was regarding her dear captain's sanity. And day after day, she logged her answer as thus: indeterminable.
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