Aizen strode in the Farplane. He wasn't entirely sure what this place was... some sort of an afterlife, presumably. It was quite beautiful... certainly a place many would look forward to going after a life of hardships and misery
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Aizen smiled. "Tea. It's a beverage made from herbs steeped in hot water. And though that description may not sound entirely appealing, it is really quite delicious."
"I'm afraid I can do nothing about the chairs, but the kettle is no problem." Snapping his fingers, he produced--from seemingly nowhere--a hot pot of tea and two teacups, one of which he offered to Yunalesca.
She took a sip of tea and shuddered slightly as the warmth spread throughout her body. She closed her eyes before considering to take another sip of the tea, "It is,"
"The dead come here to rest," She murmured, almost musing out loud, "Those who are sent, guided to the Farplane. Though ... they are happy. Liberated."
Yunalesca tilted her head, "I am too strong of a person to become a sheer beast, killing because I envied the living. Yet, at the same time, was I even living?"
She had side stepped the question easily, masking over her own depression. She took a sip of tea, she was almost relaxed.
"That is a question many feel the need to ask themselves. Why do you feel it is so important?" Aizen's tone was far from condescending... rather, he was genuinely curious.
Yunalesca murmured, "Barely a year ago, I was in this very spot, contemplating the grand return of the Yevon Church, once more the dead of Zanarkand would be honored. I found myself on a different path."
She placed the tea cup back on it's saucer and laid it on the ground in front of her.
"For a thousand years I avoided this place, my sheer will keeping me going even though my body had disappeared. Now. . . I yearn nothing more, than to be outside this wretched place."
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((LOL TEA ICON))
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She laughed sardonically before turning back to view the endless fields of flowers and the waterfall.
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Placing the pot on the ground in front of them, he remarked, "this place is quite beautiful."
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She sounded almost bitter.
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She had side stepped the question easily, masking over her own depression. She took a sip of tea, she was almost relaxed.
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She placed the tea cup back on it's saucer and laid it on the ground in front of her.
"For a thousand years I avoided this place, my sheer will keeping me going even though my body had disappeared. Now. . . I yearn nothing more, than to be outside this wretched place."
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"Would not most consider this place preferable to life? What makes it so detestable to you now?"
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