Pale Realization (World War Interlude)

Tsubasa sat a distance from his original destination having withdrawn from it. His crimson eyes were looking down. He'd been resting here several states away from his previous location. Sitting down with a kiseru pipe in his right-hand digits curled around it. Bringing the pipe to his lips he inhaled slowly. thinking lost in a deep sense of thought he didn't have answers anymore. It was a long fall from grace of his days once helping the Gotei. Sticking his nose in this and that, the question of why he did it anymore. Why did he fight or bother with these things? His expression held a length to it as his emotions were hidden well. Tsubasa rarely emoted or showcased much of his inner turmoils. This was fine though he guessed at some point he would die. He'd betrayed everything he stood for and now got to sit in it. Stewing in the injuries dealt to Henrex and barely leaving that field alive. His own injuries did linger upon him. Tsubasa's sitting down on the roof merely watched the people below.

Blissfully unaware of his presence since he did nothing to give it away. Bandages wrapped and treatments administered by his mod soul servants he'd made. Tsubasa's mind wandered back far from this place and battle. Back to the days when he once upon a time fought for the Gotei. Back when Damien brought him to restore fangs to them. He came to Australia in support of the Yuudeshi Brother's assault. He and the Dragon Slayer a sister of Mana had clashed blades. Back then he was focused upon killing and fighting. Nothing else had mattered to him and this was where he fell. He struggled to remain relevant in the end though helpless truly to the flow of time. His sister a long-sought thing a peace that could be returned to him. But after all, he had done and brought upon people. Fear of facing her left him unable to make that move. To journey to her freely making excuses like Mana had resources he needed. At the end of the day, he was too frightened to face her. He'd failed his family and kin already so this was where he'd fall.

He'd resigned himself to this fate more than most could realize. He would not go to prison nor would he go quietly to those who challenged him. He would at least ensure they gained something from it. Sitting there quietly with his pipe in hand it was a strange reflection of what was. Once upon a time he'd of been with Ibiki and the Gotei. He was frightened of seeing his sister, too damn scared to go to her. He let fear grip him so that he decided to go with the devil. Rather than taking salvation presented to him. Fear was a powerful thing that all people faced at some point. Tsubasa's grip tightened on his smoking pipe before it shattered into two within his grip. He just didn't know anymore why he bothered with this or anything. He couldn't face Tsubaki even though he knew her location. He'd failed Pestilence and Tsunashi entirely. Not able to protect them or the family from slaughter. In the end, he wasn't a Pale Rider or a person of interest.

He was a joke, a fraud who wore a mask of bravery. When in the end he was just a frightened child resorting to violence. It was all he knew how to do in the end, Tsubasa was a scared child and nothing had changed. Standing up as he finally took one last look over the human city. His eyes held something of remorse in them and just wanted to disappear. Tsubasa's heart wasn't something one could manage to fix. It wasn't because he didn't want it to fix or anything like that. His very nature was one of self-loathing. Glancing back towards the mod souls he had Tsubasa sighed softly. He needed to make sure he at the very least didn't leave anything to chance. One was knelt down holding his sword out for him. Which for a change Tsubasa stopped as he neared the knelt figure. His hand coming down but hesitating for the first time in his life. Fear ruled him and maybe that was what in the end made those choices. There was no I'm better now, he'd keep saying he would work through it.

But he knew he wouldn't nor could he really. In the end, Tsubasa Unabara simply dragged those who were precious down with him. Taking the sword he closed his eyes as tears trailed down his cheeks. It was time for him to get moving again and keep moving. This was helplessness he couldn't do anything about. If a cure truly existed in this world he did not know it. Tsubaki wasn't the solution nor would he dare drag her down. Her name through the mud with his as she deserved to enjoy her life. Not to be associated with trash like him, no matter how much he cried. He didn't see himself as worth saving or anything, in the end, Tsubasa was possessed by something. An empty hollow inside him that couldn't be filled with anything. Walking away as his Mod Souls began leaving Tsubasa wasn't sure where his next appearance would be. Or even if he would appear again at all, he'd fought for Mana's side once. But now he grew so tired of everything. Dragging people down instead of providing real meaningful help.