Climb to Power [Akira, Reida, Safira]

She ruminated for a moment as to whether she would give him more information. She had already exposed his identity and he was weak enough that any of the people she could call on would be able to dispose of him. That created an opportunity to explore an interesting tangent of whether a shinigami could be the key to her resurrection. If he couldn't do it then she could always get rid of him.

"Most arrancar give up their regeneration in favour of power upon losing their mask but regardless, this is a little more complex than that. The hollow I faced in Africa was able to infect hollows and enthral them. To escape that fate I underwent a fission by splitting my soul from my nucleus."

Safira summarised for him with an impish expression as she was enjoying this little game. She emphasised the split by gesturing with her hands the process of taking apart something and holding a piece of her in each hand.

"However, splitting something apart is far simpler than fusing something together. Therein lies the conundrum."

An amused grin was all she offered to his rationalising. She could pardon it. Passion was good after all, especially when it was directed towards her. Nonetheless she quickly saw that he was getting ahead of himself, rather than correct him now though it would be more interesting to see how he adapted.

He seemed to operate on the theory of an equal split, it was not the case though. She had spared only her soul from the clutches of Asher and every other piece that comprised her had been discarded like a shedding to escape. If they had tamed her rampaging nucleus by settling it, she might agree with him, but they had not. Klein and the red-haired Adonis had destroyed Uroboros before Klein had made sure to secure the reishi that comprised it.

If she tried to absorb it, she expected that she'd lose pieces of it in the process. If she tried to meld with it she worried that the entity they would become would cease to be her, or she'd be overwhelmed and become an empty husk comparable to a Gillian but nothing would come of it due to being no identity rather than a conglomerate. As ironic as it would be for a hollow to become that, she had no intention of forfeiting just yet.

"Tell me vizard, do you think I am not capable of rendering the insights on hollows that you require?"

She was only a little offended that he would doubt her abilities and ask for someone else. Though, he was right in a sense. He did need someone and she had a lot to catch up on. Safira had just the candidate in mind but not because she trusted him, if she occupied him with this then she could keep an eye on him easier while they collaborated, and collaborate on it she should.

It was not in her nature to hand off something as valuable as the remains of Uroboros to these two unsupervised. Two deceivers with white hair, what a coincidence, she had to wonder if this would turn from a coincidence to a pattern.

"Hmmph."

She let him finish and bow. How nice, when was the last time anyone actually grovelled to her? It must be getting up there but she was also tired from the excursion to Africa and so she would overlook his mistake. She had already decided that his life depended on his success if he wished to walk this path, and a gracious woman like herself would reward those that followed her. As any good ruler would.

"We shan't require Kizuna's assistance, she's hardly the most reliable at the best of times. With Klein you should reap far better results. You can go find somewhere to rest and you may begin in a few hours. I recommend sleeping, vizard. However, if you require a stimulant to remove the dependence on sleep I can have it arranged for you."

Safira assured while standing up from the marble chair.

"Anything else, vizard? A name, or should I give you one myself?"

"It is, Akira Taritsu. Do not make yourself scarce when I come for you. I am not a patient woman when it comes to the tardiness of others. More importantly, enjoy your stay."

Her stern attitude shifted towards the end into a singsong voice that belonged to a entrepreneur running a luxury resort. A gentle reminder that those that followed her reaped all the rewards but those that defied her would receive the extent of her malice. At the very least though she had work to do and so with a dismissive flick of her hand to him the petite arrancar turned to leave to follow up on her own business.

There was a few things she still needed to follow up on now that she had returned.