The Beginning of "Hopeless" [Bambietta, Alastor]

One might have thought it wise for someone of weak constitution to keep from overworking, but Bambietta knew that she, of all people, had no right to take any breaks. She'd already failed to do anything to stop what had happened in Soul Society; she'd been unable to stop Urahara from getting away, despite all her best efforts. As she walked at a relatively brisk pace toward the next room in her rounds, she couldn't help but frown just a touch, her steps slowing down to something more typical of her.

It seemed she was going to have to confront this now, then. With a sigh, there was little else Bambietta could do but brace herself, knocking on the door to Alastor's room before entering, her eyes moving briefly over his injuries before looking toward his face.

"How are you holding up, Alastor?"

She could have asked if he was doing alright, if he was feeling okay after the battle, but Bambietta was hardly that stupid. She knew he must have been doing poorly right now, with everything that had happened. The place was in shambles, he'd been made a mess of, and the Captain Commander...

A thought crossed Bambietta's mind briefly as she considered that, a thought so deplorable that she might have scowled if she were alone. She would need to double down on helping the 3rd's acting captain.

"Where is she?"

He recognised where he was and the state that he was in. They hadn't been able to do much about the arm but the fiery temper still blazed like he was in the heat of battle despite the wounds that covered his body that ranged from broken bones, lacerations, and burns. He hoped that little girl was alright after she'd put herself at risk to try and help him. He had to wonder though if she only got in the way at the end with how hard it was to go all out with her in mind.

Regardless of all that, the moment that a familiar face was present he had only one thing he wanted the answer to. Where was Murasaki? What happened to her. He could only hope that she fared better than the Soul Society had but he hadn't sensed her once on the battlefield. Nothing felt right about that.

That question was exactly what she'd expected. What else would he even ask, after all? He wasn't the sort of guy who'd be worried about himself when that needed answering. Still, Bambietta couldn't help but look away with guilt on her face, the thought of how close she'd been still fresh in her mind. There wasn't anything she could have done, she knew that. But maybe she just hadn't tried hard enough. If she'd been willing to throw it all away, would things be different? Would the people who'd given her so much be in a better place?

Probably not. But she still wondered.

"The acting captain of the 3rd and I have been working to find her. She was trapped in the Dangai by Urahara, but we don't know what means he used to keep her there, or where specifically she is. The Sweeper shouldn't have come through there, so that wouldn't have hit her, at the very least."

Even if she felt abysmal, Bambietta wanted to try and project confidence in her own knowledge of the situation. How she felt wasn't worth much right now, after all.

He grimaced as he pushed himself up. How was the Sweeper not hitting her any consolation right now. He wanted to help her and that made him try to push himself out of bed to stand. If anything she had only introduced a deadline for the whole situation to save her didn't she?

"Then we have to hurry."

Alastor said without any idea as to how he was going to help in this process. He wasn't a smart guy or anything. All this stuff was over his head but he didn't want to sit there doing nothing.