Jefferson City Rewind

Coming here was an effort to restore something. He'd broken inside at some point he guessed. Maybe coming to the site of a tragedy would help. People were preserved here in a type of ash. Their bodies have not faded despite the time. The streets or what was a simple jumbled mess. Lava once flowed down these places screaming voices filling the air. Takehiko's frame stopped before a little girl who didn't make it. Takehiko knelt slowly to his knees looking. His expression was cold and lifeless as he looked. She screamed as she was killed or perhaps fear of it coming. Why didn't he feel anything looking at this? What had happened to him to become this way? He should feel something and he knew it. Anger may be or perhaps some sadness of some kind. He didn't feel anything not a damn thing. His body felt numb even though he pinched himself for a moment. It hurt but he just didn't care about it anymore. How many failed to evacuate this place in time? Why was it even considering the math or numbers? He couldn't bring emotion back inside of him.

It just felt like an abyss of emptiness inside of him. This city was a wasteland now of nothing but ash. What did he see in this place that once lived? What was the vibrant expression that was here? What sort of expression did he make in this situation? What was he supposed to do here and now? They were past his skills to revive or do anything. Even had he been here Ulv was here and failed. What did it matter if he tried? Dust caught in the breeze as he walked through the streets. Half melted cars and buildings lingered. This place had become a ghost town unable to be lived in. His grey eyes looked over the place. His emotions where had they gone now? Had losing Akuma broke him so much deep down? Did he do this to himself in response? Was his failure such that he chose to rip apart his emotions? Was that his response to deal with it, by not dealing with it? Psychological matters weren't his specialty. Broken minds were far from something he understood.

Hell had a face much uglier then this he imagined. What could be accomplished by coming here? Why did he think this place would save his emotions? Why did he want them back even? It was an introspective change inside him without a real reason. Nothing that he cared about enough to investigate further. His eyes held a dullness inside them as though the light was gone. Standing up he walked around this place. Would he feel anger about the Gotei who did this, or satisfaction for dealing a blow to the Demons? No, he didn't feel anything nothing remotely came to him. It was sad, but he couldn't feel it as the emotion escaped him. Nothing satisfied him anymore, nothing had since. This was a drastic measure coming here and he realized it. It didn't feel like anything was accomplished by sitting here in this place. What benefit did this hold to the Kuchiki Clan? What did he bring himself here for? His emotions were gone so why waste his time anymore? Why did time even matter in that regard?

Sitting down on a cooled chunk of magma he remained still. Just gazing at this destruction wondering if meaning could be found.