As if it wasn't enough that Rock-san had yet to slow in his lunging, never pausing and not yet expressing any sign of fatigue, he now moved faster. Uryuu clamped down on the ridiculous, competitive urge to speed up as well.
It wasn't a competition. He didn't care. It didn't matter, especially not when the opponent (theoretical!) dubbed Inoue-san's question marvelous. This guy certainly had a talent for hyperbole. Strangely, despite Uryuu's lingering irritation with the situation, he could not determine whether all that teeth and enthusiasm rubbed him more raw, or in fact, if it wasn't somewhat... encouraging.
Not infectious. Absolutely not infectious. Only...
Sincerely suggesting an ever-youthful spirit as a hygenic step alongside the obvious exercise and died, had a bizarre charm. There were studies as to the affect one's attitude had on the body.
Uryuu tried not to look too thoughtful as he focused on maintaining the rhythm and form of his lunges. Best to keep his expression severe; a definite contradiction to Inoue-san's inclusion of him in the ever-youthful spirit department.
"It may be winter here," he corrected, addressing only that. "But, it felt warmer last night, so it's possibly approaching spring."
Then he shook his head, remaining strong in the fact of Rock-san's near blinding whites. "I do not wish."
Curt, but not outright cold, as his persistence was out of politeness.
To task. He stepped forward, knees bending in perfect right angles over his feet. Straightened, and stepped forward with his other leg. Uryuu looked at Inoue-san sidelong, watching as she slowed and stretched, noting her downcast eyes. It twisted in him. His gut or his heart, it wrenched; she worried in her inquiry, hardly hoped, and he would be the one to bear sad news. To make her sad.
No, he reminded himself, squaring his jaw. No, it wasn't him--it was this place.
Yet, for all his severity a moment before, his determination to have this discussion and say what must be said, his expression softened, and with it, his tone.
"...Probably not. It is not known for certain. Given the way in which this institute has proved capable of tampering with time and, possibly, universes, it isn't completely impossible. However, that isn't the consensus. I've yet to experience it, but I've been told that on Sundays we patients receive visitors. Family and friends from our "real" lives, if Inoue-san understands the meaning. Many here have been visited by those who were once patients, now convinced of their "true" identity. Which is to say, it is theorized that if a person has not been killed or taken for some other end by the institute, then they have been successfully brainwashed and sent out into the world."
Uryuu paused. Not for dramatic effect, but to watch her reaction before continuing, his words unperturbed by his lunging.
"...I made inquiries before. I learned that from our world, the following have been trapped here: Ururu-san, called Karen by the staff. Kuchiki Byakuya, called by a name I did not learn. Senna-san, a woman who claimed to be from Karakura Town. Yamada-kun, Hitsugaya-san, Matsumoto-san, and Hinamori-san as well. ...Kuchiki-san, called Shiori. Abarai, called Kyle. And... I was told Inoue-san had been here as well. Called Amaya."
That the staff now referred to Inoue-san as Vega troubled him, but he continued to set the question aside for the moment. As much as Inoue-san might catch on and be intrigued by the puzzle of not remembering a previous time here, Uryuu knew that when he named the last person, that mystery would be completely cast from mind.
His lunges slowed, then stopped. Uryuu turned to face her and let the name fall with care, to do what it would to the air, to her world.
"Kurosaki, too, was here. The source is trustworthy."
totally just beat both of you so THERE
It wasn't a competition. He didn't care. It didn't matter, especially not when the opponent (theoretical!) dubbed Inoue-san's question marvelous. This guy certainly had a talent for hyperbole. Strangely, despite Uryuu's lingering irritation with the situation, he could not determine whether all that teeth and enthusiasm rubbed him more raw, or in fact, if it wasn't somewhat... encouraging.
Not infectious. Absolutely not infectious. Only...
Sincerely suggesting an ever-youthful spirit as a hygenic step alongside the obvious exercise and died, had a bizarre charm. There were studies as to the affect one's attitude had on the body.
Uryuu tried not to look too thoughtful as he focused on maintaining the rhythm and form of his lunges. Best to keep his expression severe; a definite contradiction to Inoue-san's inclusion of him in the ever-youthful spirit department.
"It may be winter here," he corrected, addressing only that. "But, it felt warmer last night, so it's possibly approaching spring."
Then he shook his head, remaining strong in the fact of Rock-san's near blinding whites. "I do not wish."
Curt, but not outright cold, as his persistence was out of politeness.
To task. He stepped forward, knees bending in perfect right angles over his feet. Straightened, and stepped forward with his other leg. Uryuu looked at Inoue-san sidelong, watching as she slowed and stretched, noting her downcast eyes. It twisted in him. His gut or his heart, it wrenched; she worried in her inquiry, hardly hoped, and he would be the one to bear sad news. To make her sad.
No, he reminded himself, squaring his jaw. No, it wasn't him--it was this place.
Yet, for all his severity a moment before, his determination to have this discussion and say what must be said, his expression softened, and with it, his tone.
"...Probably not. It is not known for certain. Given the way in which this institute has proved capable of tampering with time and, possibly, universes, it isn't completely impossible. However, that isn't the consensus. I've yet to experience it, but I've been told that on Sundays we patients receive visitors. Family and friends from our "real" lives, if Inoue-san understands the meaning. Many here have been visited by those who were once patients, now convinced of their "true" identity. Which is to say, it is theorized that if a person has not been killed or taken for some other end by the institute, then they have been successfully brainwashed and sent out into the world."
Uryuu paused. Not for dramatic effect, but to watch her reaction before continuing, his words unperturbed by his lunging.
"...I made inquiries before. I learned that from our world, the following have been trapped here: Ururu-san, called Karen by the staff. Kuchiki Byakuya, called by a name I did not learn. Senna-san, a woman who claimed to be from Karakura Town. Yamada-kun, Hitsugaya-san, Matsumoto-san, and Hinamori-san as well. ...Kuchiki-san, called Shiori. Abarai, called Kyle. And... I was told Inoue-san had been here as well. Called Amaya."
That the staff now referred to Inoue-san as Vega troubled him, but he continued to set the question aside for the moment. As much as Inoue-san might catch on and be intrigued by the puzzle of not remembering a previous time here, Uryuu knew that when he named the last person, that mystery would be completely cast from mind.
His lunges slowed, then stopped. Uryuu turned to face her and let the name fall with care, to do what it would to the air, to her world.
"Kurosaki, too, was here. The source is trustworthy."