Eighth secret: Call it hope
[As the feed clicks on Aizen is still or perhaps again kneeling at his desk, brush in hand. This time he does have paper, though, and he's writing furiously. It's a moment before he glances up, then gives the PCD the most amazing smile. Seriously, the smile Aizen fooled all of Soul Society with? That's this. Shining like the sun.]
There is still time...
Yuna-san... ah, could you... no, perhaps that is not such a good idea.
[Yes he might be blushing a bit there, awww. Shaking his head, he goes back to his writing.]
You are the three people in this city whom I know to have scientific expertise... I beg your help.
Do I... understand correctly, that you were involved in an attempt to thwart the Animus' apparent intent?
There is still time...
Yuna-san... ah, could you... no, perhaps that is not such a good idea.
[Yes he might be blushing a bit there, awww. Shaking his head, he goes back to his writing.]
You are the three people in this city whom I know to have scientific expertise... I beg your help.
Do I... understand correctly, that you were involved in an attempt to thwart the Animus' apparent intent?