Reunirse

The woman's confidence seem to wain slightly after Keiji's words, her position of power adjusting to a lower platform of authority. The change was slight, but it served as humor for the prisoner's every-growing hunger for a mental escape. What he found most interesting was her lack of knowledge on the task at hand, and that would serve to morph his sword into a scalpel he intended to use. "Just a little fun... Let's test the fortitude and capacity of my successor, heheh..."

Raising a finger to his bottom lip in an almost adorable and dainty fashion, Keiji mused, "Hmmm, maybe he needs a subordinate with a superior intellect. Perhaps you aren't proving to be as useful as the tool he needs. Our division was always known for the relationship between taichou and fukutaichou as master and tool. So that's all we ever all, Car, tools, heehee." Of course, there was logic to his words - and the tradition has been exactly that. There was scarce any friendship and feelings that were mutual for the two positions. The master cared for the tool only for their usefulness, and if they stopped being useful, then they were expendable. 

"Surely not though, I mean, it's not like I've helped create hundreds of appliances that Seireitei continues to use today, or have done research in every field imaginable. Wait, I was speaking from your shoes, oops, I have done all that, hahahaha!" he gawked for a brief moment. "¿Qué opinas?" he spoke in a fragmented accent that expressed crude practice.