[Call | All | Day 66]

[deicidal]

Grimmjow, a word.

[The demand slips out of his voice afterward, disappearing on a sigh.]

For those who've a need of me, I will be spending the day out and about. This fog does not appear to be lifting and I've little intention of remaining idle.

Comments

[pantherking]

Yeah?

[deicidal]

What possessed you to destroy the library, of all places?

[pantherking]

What's the library?

[deicidal]

The building you most recently demolished.

[pantherking]

The place with all the paper?

[He makes a noncommittal, negligent sound.]

Big tentacle-waving bastard thing fell into it. Not me.

[deicidal]

And why did it fall?

[pantherking]

'Cos I was killing it?

[deicidal]

Grimmjow, this is not Las Noches. It is neither home to hollows nor possessing of an endless array of rooms and corridors. When you destroy something here, it affects those who live here.

[pantherking]

Thought killing the things from the fog was helping these assholes.

[deicidal]

Grimmjow, if you are involved in the destruction of another building, you will see Pantera broken.

[pantherking]

You did it too!

[deicidal]

The lighthouse was both unoccupied and unused. The library was not.

[pantherking]

There wasn't anybody in there! Just paper. I didn't kill anybody.

[deicidal]

Yet some of us liked the paper. And now you've ruined it.

[pantherking]

What's the big deal about paper? There's paper everywhere. Just get more paper.

[deicidal]

Grimmjow. Do you understand?