4-2 Dreams and the Future

So you were here after all.

Judging from the space-time distortion of the Garganta, I'd say it's been about five minutes since you arrived in Hueco Mundo.

Master Szayelaporro. No, I mean, Cien. Is that correct?

Oh, my. So you won't be calling me master, then?

You yourself said that you are not Szayelaporro.

The one who created me is Master Szayelaporro. You are not him.

But now that he is dead and gone to hell, don't you think that you should follow in your master's footsteps and destroy yourself?

That's what a tool should do, isn't it?

I...do not think so.

So, was it that clown of a man, or Uryu Ishida? I don't know which one of them messed with your head, but you have the eyes of a slave freed from her chains.

Did you find some false sense of hope? Something that tells you that you can be something other than a tool?

That must be why you tried to save that human. To prove to yourself that you have a will.

............

Did you think that sacrificing yourself would make you a saint or something?

Well, you went too far. Just killing you won't even be enough to quell my anger now.

I will kill that Quincy, the clown, and all of the humans who live in Karakura Town, and then I will devour their souls!

You will only be remembered by me alone, as the fool who poured oil on the fire.

Or, perhaps you felt pity for the Picaro who were treated by me as tools, much as you were?

Ah, or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe you thought that going against me would prove that you have a will of your own?

Either way, it was all a fantasy that you dreamed up about some bright future, full of hope.

A future...

You must be joking! Such nonsense! You killed me for something as stupid as that?!