A Honed Sword's Soul (Elyss/Fueen)

A top the hill she sat, pondering the meaning of existing as she is. The time has finally come, moments until she is gone from this world. Yet, these moments have no perceived limit, no destined timer. When her eyes finally close, whether it be now, tomorrow, or next week, everything in-between now and then would matter none. She leaves them all behind, an unmovable ignorance creating an insurmountable solitude. Despite the cries of those who hold her close, she must proceed alone and without distraction. However, what a folly it would prove to not lend her ear for just one more, an individual who had begun her journey with the blade, one who she knows would frown when his eyes are unable to reflect from her impure blades.

Of course, it is unfair to place the thoughts of another without that person making their mind bare. And that is why she waits, her legs crossed, blades resting in her lap. Her invitation was sent long before he would receive, in a purposeful manner. Her own thoughts required organization before they could be given. The few hours meditating has helped, but the jitteriness in her legs won't fade, not until she hears his voice. She cannot go further without him.

"...Yeah."

One way to take her out of her little meditation is to come bother her, but she was expecting this distraction eventually. It is someone she invited, so she simply turned her head in his direction. He's different, but she already knew that. He is a member of her squad after all. For her to not know would be negligence. It's just weird to see him this close after so long, a brand-new man. She even heard rumors that he's been close to some noble woman. Of course, he probably didn't care for it being known, but when it comes to nobles, Elyss had learned that gossip is impossible to avoid.

"Bwah. Just look at us. Lives upside down, right-side up. Yet, all of it was without the other."

It is what it is, but that didn't stop Elyss from going quiet, pondering on how to carry the conversation forward without diving into what's on her mind. So, resigning to giving him a turn to say something, anything, she focused down on the swords in her lap.

"It is what it is," Elyss responded. Maybe her carefree response was also something Fuuen also accounted for. Elyss was never the one to waste away with uncontrollable details. Though, is being a Captain that much of a nonconsequential thing? The redhead isn't the best person to ask. Her thoughts are preoccupied with other things that she finds far more a pressing matter. Yet, she still found the time to speak with someone as she is.

"Just don't cause me trouble, and this Captaincy thing will be a breeze."

Closing her eyes again, she gave a small huff as she seemed to fall back into her meditation.

"Sit, if you want."

"Don't be daft, dummy. When was your sword anything but mine? It is but a teacher's duty to protect what he has learned in life, but a man who actually remembers his words does bear something worthwhile."

Simply putting it as it is, Elyss wondered why Fuuen even bothered talking. Are they that separated that he found it necessary to speak the obvious? That seemed something to remedy, but now is not the time for homely medicine. As much as he is her teacher, she has now become his Captain. That leaves her only one task as it is.

"...The key to the Zanpakuto, huh? Don't you think that these things act more like keys than anything else, actually? What can it do for you? Is there anything to learn from it? Gain? Maybe if you stop and asked if there's anything else you need to know about yourself, and maybe it'll just come naturally after that."

She's not the type for giving help, especially this kind of help, but that's probably why she's not bad at it. She sort of gets it because of her struggles and how she's been changed because of them. Well, anyway.

"Then memories were never the problem. Just like I've been misplacing my issues, you may just need to look at things a bit differently."

She's not sure what he needs but telling him to look at it in a different manner probably won't hurt. Besides, it sometimes takes a while of outside assistance before one can identify what everyone else sees. Now, she has to think about herself some now. She'd rather not, but she's not a baby running from her problems anymore.

"Just... a lot's going on right now. I have a fight coming up, and I'm not entirely prepared for it, but it is what it is."

A small frown on her face, it's obnoxiously obvious how nervous she is.