Shiro listens to Ichigo's little speech. Well, he did want an explanation, and he supposes he got one. To be honest, Shiro didn't remember anything after Mugetsu was activated. That's when the city began to crumble, when it all went black. He doesn't have any memories, none at all, of what Ichigo is talking about. It's all news to him.
Normal. He just went about a normal life, or tried to, while Shiro was gone. Ha. Looking for that strength. It wasn't there. It wouldn't be there unless Ichigo did something. Searching wasn't enough.
"Keh. I never spoke to you. I was gone. So I don't know what you heard."
Shiro listens to the rest of the story, still not reacting at all except for some derisive snorts here and there. When he was done, Shiro finally rolled over. But his eyes were dark, angry, disappointed.
"You talk about all this shit like I have any idea. Fullbringers? Ginjou? Sword? What the fuck are you even talking about?" He sneers and sits up, at least able to do that now, "All I'm hearing is that you gave up. Sat around with your thumb up your fucking ass while I rotted, and didn't do shit until someone came to you. You're a fucking liar, you know that? Looking don't mean shit. MISSING don't mean SHIT! Trying? Who fucking cares?! If you don't DO anything, you're a liar. You disgust me." He feels like he can at least walk now, so he throws the sheets and comforter off and leaves their little cubby.
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Normal. He just went about a normal life, or tried to, while Shiro was gone. Ha. Looking for that strength. It wasn't there. It wouldn't be there unless Ichigo did something. Searching wasn't enough.
"Keh. I never spoke to you. I was gone. So I don't know what you heard."
Shiro listens to the rest of the story, still not reacting at all except for some derisive snorts here and there. When he was done, Shiro finally rolled over. But his eyes were dark, angry, disappointed.
"You talk about all this shit like I have any idea. Fullbringers? Ginjou? Sword? What the fuck are you even talking about?" He sneers and sits up, at least able to do that now, "All I'm hearing is that you gave up. Sat around with your thumb up your fucking ass while I rotted, and didn't do shit until someone came to you. You're a fucking liar, you know that? Looking don't mean shit. MISSING don't mean SHIT! Trying? Who fucking cares?! If you don't DO anything, you're a liar. You disgust me." He feels like he can at least walk now, so he throws the sheets and comforter off and leaves their little cubby.