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❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ / jazz hands, gin to aizen.

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @chipen

a smile, ‘ it’s unlike you to reflect on such thoughts. ’

then, a pause.

secret is too simple, too vague. hiding is rash, leaves out too many openings for the mind, and isn’t it such a dangerous weapon, a man’s assumptions? it captivates him more than it sets the alarms, so he makes a show of considering it, head tilted up and eyes scanning the wide expanse of the night sky. 

‘ nothing at all, gin. precaution would be more accurate. there’s a timing for everything — every step, however little, serves its purpose. picture it as a round of shogi: pieces ought not to be used for anything else but what the rules have them predestined to do. ’ that said, his right hand reaches for the piece on the board, holds it between two fingers and examines its edges, worn out and slightly yellowed with time, each turn to emphasize his words as he continues, his voice serene, ‘ …they are the pieces. as for us… ’

sousuke places the rook back on the board with a tud. his attention returns to gin, sitting on the opposite side of the table, haloed by the lamp light and its golden gleam. his fingers lingered there for a moment. how ironic, that he revels in all the pleasure that the inadvertent misery of his comrades offers, letting it seep down into his core.

‘ are the pieces aware that they are being moved around? they aren’t. we are the players, gin. it’s not a secret nor are we hiding. unawareness isn’t equal to deception. does that answer your question? ’