[A look points up at Grimmjow, only one eye open, flat and black. He says nothing for a long moment. There's a tangle of feeling behind that stony exterior — irritation at 'boy', frustration at the pestering questions, a complete lack of trust more broadly — all bent upon the flame of a temper at its wick. 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩. The words are louder in his head than they should be. There's nothing to filter it through. There's no distraction; there's only the continued darkness of captivity and his own pain.
Footsteps echo down the corridor. Damn it. Now the guards are returning, and he lost track of how long they were gone. The full force of this anger turns on Grimmjow in a violent snap — from his position on the ground, his right hand leashes the chain tethered to Grimmjow's ankles, and then a leg sweeps beneath to knock him down hard onto stone with no opportunity to move away.]
no subject
𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.
Footsteps echo down the corridor. Damn it. Now the guards are returning, and he lost track of how long they were gone. The full force of this anger turns on Grimmjow in a violent snap — from his position on the ground, his right hand leashes the chain tethered to Grimmjow's ankles, and then a leg sweeps beneath to knock him down hard onto stone with no opportunity to move away.]
You're not even useful enough to be bait.