I sit here in the dark and flickering stillness, all my words as stiff and grim and heavy as granite, frozen in the cold and terrible moment. I chose wrong, can't reverse time. I made an awful mistake. She's dead now and that's my fault.

Strange how a visage can twist. My little wolf, I touched your face in the shade of life's battle ship. You trusted me and no one else.

A forest of guns, primary, secondary, tertiary, yet there at the top beyond moon and star and radar dish was where we were and where we are still. Time is a weapon only when we let it tip a nebulous paw, lose ourselves in the riptide of tomorrow-

Hey it's cool. Don't worry about being drunk. It's nothing at all...not like when she was getting sick and you were too hungover to notice.

Everything is rat as rain Aizen.