Julius Caesar and Marcus Brutus from 'Julius Caesar'
Aizen and Momo
Ground
"Et tu, Brute?"
The only thing that felt real was the ground beneath her feet: everything else had swum into incomprehension the moment that he had gone into the sky surrounded by the acolytes of his worship, those two men whose place she would take in an instant, adding her innocence to the smiles and blindness. She thought she saw his eyes, for a moment, before reality – and oh, how painful reality was – caught up with her, and all she could see was the tight line of her own mouth, the whites of her staring eyes in the mirror.
You as well, Captain?
How could he ever be one of those, one of the evil throng that now threatened them? It could not be, could it? No, impossible- not he as well, not her prince of gentleness and wisdom, of kind smiles and pretty, calming words. He must have been tricked, must have been taken against his will- but the steel of the blade in her flesh, the memory still lingering and hurting more than the wound had ever done, confused her; why, why, why?
Why did you do that, my love, my love that was never truly my own?
She felt the ground under her knees as she fell. The mirror came down with her, shattering into the thousand pieces of her broken dream. She held one tight in her hand, the bite of the real world as blood ran onto the floorboards, her eyes swimming with tears so that nothing looking right; everything blurred out of focus.
The world did not make sense.
You too, Aizen?