#hmm i think maybe the only thing would be that aizen has to bide his time a little. since lyric technically isnt there during the arrancarc

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-> Lyric does not succeed in preventing themselves from recoiling from him, the hard backwards jerk of one shoulder as their leg follows suit, trying and failing to put just an inch of space between them which he seems to anticipate. Too close for comfort: Lyric can feel the buzzing in their skull and the pressure on their teeth as their systolic pressure rises under stress——no matter how graceful it may seem, a beast is still a beast. A predator still a greater predator than them, barely used to not cutting themselves on their own teeth. There is, they think, but don't say it when they inhale through their teeth. There is. This man would not be considerate of them as others are.

-> They think they should speak nothing more of it to him. That it is dangerous to say too much, and dangerous to say too little, and their heart beats like a jackhammer in their chest. They're unable to take their eyes off him no matter how much they want to look away: the reserved but gentle expression he holds bares an inescapable snare that has Lyric's fingertips trembling and they can't explain——

"... ... I was brought here by someone, Sir."

-> Where was here? Soul Society? Hueco Mundo? They did not elaborate for him; the answer was the same either way. Lyric could not come here alone, and they could not leave alone. Their chest begins to burn without air, but their breaths are too shallow to satisfy them. They have lived their whole life in a small box, closed up in steel and stone out of sight, but now they are being looked at too closely. Their ears can barely understand the words he is saying to them now, cotton-filled with mind to escape.

"——to be studied."

One. Two. Three.

Instantaneously within a few strides, in a rapid modus he brought himself in close proximity with the other individuality, consequently being graced with a better view of their existence, in preparedness to be anatomized and bestowed with the unveilment of their actuality. He stood with poise, almost looming towards the other, as a thorough scrutiny has yet to cease.

❛ Now, there is no need for such rush, now isn't there? ❜

Despite indisputable sophistication in a combination with courtesy, such was only a mere scratch of pragmatism lurking underneath the surface of the stratosphere, that only few could comprehend. They were nothing but a specimen added in his collection to dissect mentally and physically, and descry every minute detail, every reaction from a distance, right outside their cage. Undoubtedly, the world is full of surprises for him to explore. The sentiment of fear emitting from them was enough to illustrate their understanding to a mere extent as to what capabilities his own otherworldly entirety could reach.

❛ I must admit that I did not expect for Shin'ō Academy to engage in such practices. However, that is not the case. What intrigues me to learn is how an exchange student like yourself, ended up in this realm. ❜

❛ Depending on how satisfactory your answer will be, I may consider allowing you to leave and reuinited with the one that awaits for you. ❜

However, such conceptualization was far from becoming a reality, as his mind was already diving deep in their existence, hurling attempts to figure out their wholeness. Trustfulness was presented like a piece of food placed atop a mousetrap, in readiness to capture the prey. And those who believe in such aspect would face their inevitable doom.