Through the Glass, Darkly

((From the perspective of one of Ulquiorra's emotions))

Oh you poor soul.

You poor unfortunate soul.

You have been weighed in the balances.

And found wanting...

Not only have you been found wanting, but your soul has been found angry. Angry and confused. But satisfied.

Satisfied you might ask? Oh! You must be very confused indeed. If you are so pitiful that you cannot comprehend your own detestable state of being, then you should cease to exist. You're only deluding yourself into believing you actually matter.

And now you ask who I am. You look with those mournful eyes, as if to rally pity from the weak, but you won't find that here.

No.

You won't find that at all.

I am nothing more than a thought. An emotion starved and fed only the scraps of horror. I am here to devour the cruel things of the world and to transform them into a menagerie of expressions.

But Ulquiorra.

Dear...

Dear Ulquiorra...

You are a creature selfish by nature.

You make things so difficult and grotesque by your own deeds. By your own thoughts. By your own...

...emotions.

Yet there you sat, lifeless and remote, as the course of nature stole the only thing you had from before you. As they wrenched it from your left side, you found no remorse. Seeing as you did not lose anything, you became satisfied and fat.

So fat.

And swollen.

And round with greed.

And only I knew this, because I was you at one time.

But I also knew you hurt. So terribly. You selfish. Nasty. Ugly. Hideous. Enigmatic manifestation of anger.

Why.

I have lost favor in your eyes and do not know what you think. Only what you feed me, which is never enough. Nothing you participate in is ever enough.

Never enough effort.

Never enough force.

And so you shall fall, but I will catch you.

Just as I always have.

And when I do, you will give up your anger. I will turn it into something gorgeous. Something you will delight in.

I give you: reason.

But for now, I only offer a haven where you can tell me your troubles, for I am so very hungry Ulquiorra....

Come feed Sorrow your problems.

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So I can't even answer for what that was, but it needed a lot of help. I know this post had a few tags that has nothing to do with these people, but it's supposed to get the gist of everything going on in it... I'll try to do better next time.

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