The Fuck Is That? [Catherine, Auerbach]

She watched the following scene with silent amazement, millions of questions swarming her mind about what this Arrancar was, or was going to be from the looks of it. His next spoken words after such a stunned silence fell the room confirmed her suspicions; the wracking of pain, him seeming to know where this place was by instinct, the jar... He was collecting organs? His organs? They didn't appear to be ordinary, either - it gave the same feel as... The space between realms?

She felt half tempted to gut this creature just to see for herself, but she stilled her investigative spirit - wouldn't want to be on bad terms with something so interesting.

"What's your lung doing in a place like this?" She rose a brow, expecting some manner of explanation - if he was up to scamper off, she'd be ready to gently stop him, "..How are you functioning without organs?"

"You're not giving me a whole lot of answers yourself." His voice changed a bit. Interesting, might have contributed to some vocal chord restoration. She watched him intently, every twitch and clench as he attempted to give some answer to her question, this curious thing in her company... But it only amounted to nothing, her rising excitement flattening as that recognition faded from his eyes.

What to do.. What to do, he can't explain it... Ugh, but she wanted to know so damn bad! Wait. She dug in her pack, pulling out her overstuffed notebook and hastily flipping to a clean page, placing it in front of him alongside clicking open and offering him a mechanical pencil,

"Alright, if you can't describe it properly, maybe give drawing a try," She spoke in a breathless tone, but slowed herself down, "..It'd, be harder to help you if I didn't know what you were trying to do, after all."

Of course she wasn't going to deny the little guy's request to go someplace with better visibility to draw in; she could've lit up her torch but she supposed natural light was what he wanted. Oh well, if she wanted any information from him she'd have to try any means of getting him to communicate. Once they were up the steps, she sat in a squatting position, at first watching him scratch at the pad... But nodding off after several minutes. The sound of his voice woke her with a quick prickle, stormy eyes flashing open to stare bewildered, then relaxed. Oh, he was done.

She carefully examined the photo; most would rebuff it and regard it as nothing more than a children's drawing, but Catherine was the one to look deeper. She just had to inspect it, and work backwards.

"So, is this your creator?" She'd tap the rather imposing looking man, "And this is... You?" She'd tap at the scribblings atop the table, "What is this, though?"

Her fingertip would linger on the pear-shaped form.

Given her experience, she saw little difference in the terms; your creator was your parent, and your parent was your creator. She kept mum about it though, it didn't have much to do with this and would just distract from figuring this drawing out. All she needed to know was that her assumption was indeed correct. With how little the guy managed to piece together, she wouldn't be shocked if he was somehow going without a brain up there. In any space that was free, she wrote down what little details she could catch...

"Teatro? That's... Theatre..." It didn't do much but it did confirm it was some kind of procedure... And that he definitely was empty up there too. Yeesh, it was a marvel upon a marvel he was even able to function. Maybe he had neurotransmitters dispersed differently in his body or something in place of a brain, couldn't imagine how the guy could be capable of speech otherwise.

"..Well, you definitely are a puzzling one Auerbach. I'm guessing your MO is to keep finding those organs, huh?" She'd utter the thought out loud, "...But why have you all broken up like that... Was it because whatever you were was catastrophic? What could it be..."

Not like she could sit in Hueco Mundo waiting for it to happen.

"Modus Operandi, your way of operat..." Her voice trailed off when she noticed the sudden shift in Auerbach's body language, the curious and fluid creature reduced to a fearful shadow on the wall in what felt like seconds, spitting accusations at her. Like who? His creator? The reaction told her that whatever relationship they may have had, how spare it may have been, it wasn't a kind one - who was she kidding, what freak disfigures their creation this terribly and sends them on a wild goose chase for parts of themselves back? It was like sculpting a statue only to break it into pieces, it went against her principles... Not that this guy would know that, though.

What she responded with next, she had to take care in, else she was losing her curious little specimen to his own anxieties. Her expression calm, body the same as when he seized, she'd sit up straight and look him in the general vicinity of his eyes, not quite at them to enforce contact but definitely in such a way that would be comfortable to gaze back at.

He was willing to share some of himself, and so it only felt appropriate to give back,

"Catherine Reed," She'd begin, with a slow and careful gesture to herself, "Though, my birth name is Anise Jasmine-Johanna Andersson. I am from two families of creators, their legacies only survived through me. What moves me to you is curiosity, nothing else."

Her gaze dropped with the acknowledgement of that fact, "...I only want to understand you. If gaining that understanding is in helping you make yourself whole, then i'll do so."

She was hardly doing this out of altruism, but a wondering of what the full picture looked like, "Are you able to go to the World of the Living?"