Prison Naps (Tatsuya/Calypso)

Amber eyes slowly opened hearing the familiar voice he arose from his makeshift bed. Tatsuya's frame had roses falling down from it as he cocked his head slightly. His right eye glancing at her as he sighed softly. Getting a good look at Calypso he offered a sad smile. Shrugging his shoulders a bit before merely glancing upwards. Tatsuya had come to terms with what he did and was rather intent on it. His clothing rustled as he moved to his feet. Careful not to damage flowers Tatsuya's frame and expression held melancholy in them. He did regret the actions of that day rather intently. Speaking had been something he didn't do much these days. It wasn't like before where he spoke frequently. "Yes, I remember Calypso." He said her name somewhat sadly as he didn't know how long it had been. He stopped caring or counting the days here. Merely resigning himself to whatever fate befell him. This world was fine by him as he'd been rather successful at doing nothing. But working out his body and muscles.

He'd gotten control over his hollow with little trouble. So it had been his time in here had been useful. At the very least he did feel a sense of peace here. He could sleep in this place as though a baby within a crib. Didn't really do much for him but other inmates said he was crazy. Since he'd just accepted everything without batting an eyelash. Tatsuya didn't argue or struggle against things anymore. Nor did he sit in despair he was just at peace with things. His mentality had evolved, to say the least. Perhaps he'd finally grown up in the long run as he'd had to accept things. The first step to any issue is realizing one is present in the world around you. She'd made comments on the flowers as he glanced around at them."This is what I normally dream of, my rose garden prison." He said softly commenting on it. He'd not mind going into a coma or something of that nature. Remaining here would be fine by him really as when he first arrived in prison. He'd considered suicide a few times having even tied his shirt into a noose.

Considering snapping his own neck with his brute strength. But after sitting for a while remaining still. He suspected the Gotei would just let him rot here. Shunsui had made his judgment and that was it. The truth was now he didn't have to give a damn about the war or any of it. He could just stay locked up and work on his body. Simply stop dealing with the outside crap and worrying every day. It was more than enough for him to remain in this world. Tatsuya's change in demeanor likely could be attributed to his time within the system. Merely deciding to stop caring about everything outside as much as he did. Because of his emotions and connections to things like Tsubasa. He hurt and suffered greatly at times when it dawned on him. He had friends and people he'd helped by being part of that world. Tatsuya had come here to see and in some ways he owed them. As if it happened at home nobody could have stopped him.

Perhaps in this regard, it was best to say he'd just stopped trying to think about getting out. Reformed and getting mental evaluations of that nature just didn't matter. This place was a paradise where concerns just didn't matter anymore. Right now a war was going on and Tatsuya would have been dragged into it. Had he remained sane and capable in some capacity? If he'd regained his rights or passed reformation and mentally evaluated as clear. He would be asked to do more fighting for them. So why bother with that being used as a weapon when he could just laze about in here. Work on his body and keep fighting shape. Though he guessed he didn't know why he bothered with that either. Truthfully it really wasn't an important feature in prison.