[ The PCD is turned on to reveal Hitsugaya glaring very purposefully into the screen. He's slightly haggard, his eyes a little too wild, and appears out of breath. His back is leaning up against a wooden wall, Hyourinmaru leaning next to him, and the PCD is just far enough away to make it clear that he's sitting on the ground. Wherever he is, it's not Unohana's Clinic.
After the last event, he'd told Unohana-taichou that he wasn't going to panic again, but it's clear in his jerky movements that that is what he wants to do most. Instead, he takes a deep breath and attempts to speak, however hoarse his voice may be. ]
That was ... unexpected. I ... apologize for any possible confusion I may have caused.
...I appreciate your efforts to take care of me. Thank you.
[End]
...Thank you for looking after Unohana-taichou.
[End]
Your insight was helpful. I ... didn't mind the interaction, however unprecedented.
[End]
[ His eyes seem just that much wilder, but he still attempts to keep his voice steady. ]
Uchiha... [ A wince, as if using the surname hurts just as much as using his given name. ]
I ... I won't interfere.
[End]
[ Slowly, mechanically, he lifts himself up off the floor, picking up the PCD as he does so. The new angle makes it clear that what he was leaning against was not a wall but the underside of the bed Dokugakuji recently finished for him. The bed is on its side, its former contents spilled behind it on the floor.
Once again, the recording focuses upon Hitsugaya. ]
If I'm needed for anything, I will be in the wastelands.
[ The PCD cuts off with just a split second movement that implies Hitsugaya is preparing to throw it. Hard. ]