[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/251147.html?thread=18701579#t18701579)]
Byakuya headed away from his lieutenant, towards the back of the bus; for the moment, he wished to be alone. His thoughts had turned... soft, towards the end of their discussion...
Love was not weakness. Mourning was not weakness. To dwell on the past for this long, though... that very well might have been weakness. And he could not abide weakness.
He took a seat gracefully, as always, and stared idly out the window. At that moment, he wished for nothing more than sleep... or, no, not sleep. Sleep had dreams, and dreams were treacherous. No, perhaps meditation...
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Byakuya headed away from his lieutenant, towards the back of the bus; for the moment, he wished to be alone. His thoughts had turned... soft, towards the end of their discussion...
Love was not weakness. Mourning was not weakness. To dwell on the past for this long, though... that very well might have been weakness. And he could not abide weakness.
He took a seat gracefully, as always, and stared idly out the window. At that moment, he wished for nothing more than sleep... or, no, not sleep. Sleep had dreams, and dreams were treacherous. No, perhaps meditation...
[Feel free to pester him~<3]