Expectations weren’t exactly high, with Arrastrado that bar was always quite low, but this time he’d expected perhaps a bit more than what he had received. Strength is something that Arrastrado clearly lacks, at glance most can tell that. Perhaps it is this lack of power that makes his message fall upon deaf ears, or maybe it is simply a lack of faith in such an idea. Regardless, he stands idle whilst both Arrancar display their lack of faith in the idea and Arrastrado’s ability. A true shame.
Talks of a cycle witnessed by the old are followed by questions that should answer themselves.
"Disculpas. (Apologies.) I do not mean to stomp on your aspirations but that truly tickled my gut. I've longed for something more organized as such and yet I instead watched crowned heads roll one after another. Un ciclo. (A cycle.) And now I've come here for answers simply to be told it's all fucked, which is evident. You claim to want such a future but how do you plan on achieving it. Do you have the power to maintain such a movement? An army? A countermeasure against the ones who apparently left this place in such disarray that roaches are more common than lions?"
The continuation of a conversation that means nothing to Arrastrado is then followed by words that point out the obvious and the absurd.
”It’s obviously no way to live, living in fear that is. You there, armor guy, you have a neat dream but sadly I don’t trust you one bit. Unlike this one here you don’t exactly read as a threat. Which leads me to believe you’re a damn mouth piece for the next God King. Honeyed words of gold and riches. If you are a mouth piece for someone trying to revive the Espada system… Then, well to be blunt, I’m going to just tear you in half right here and now then go find your boss. I have frustrations to vent.”
Shifting of armour against itself and tapping against the floor is heart as Arrastrado takes a single step back, both arms raising up as his head shakes in denial. He is no stranger to threats, but that does not mean they do not affect him.
“I- I’m no pawn of any God King! You both know I’m no threat, you’ve made that clear enough… Do you think someone who intends to be God King would put their trust in me to come here? Do you think I want the return of the Espada, when I would never fit amongst their ranks?”
His position remains the same, one foot keeping further behind the other, prepared to take off at a moment's notice. Both arms are still raised mostly out of fear as he continues to explain himself. His head turns to Cayo, as he begins to address those questions.
“I don’t mean to insult anyone here, but these questions seem pointless. You both seem to want a similar fate for Hueco Mundo, and that is what I am banking on. Power? I don’t have it. An Army? Don’t have that either. Any plan against invaders? Nope. The reason I’m here is because I had hoped those who see the world similarly to myself might be onboard with aiming for something larger.”
His gaze now lands on Estarossa.
“This is a nice place you’ve put together, it truly is! If I didn’t want more, I’d probably settle for this and follow you around. But this place is held together by a single man, and whether or not it is clear to you, it is a combination of fear and joy that keeps this place as it is. Very few would be willing to break your rules, they fear losing their life. Awfully familiar sounding isn’t it?”
Another pace is taken back as those last words sound out into the air.
“The reason I am here is because I intend to make allies. My dream might be far beyond my grasp alone, but maybe, just maybe, with like-minded individuals, something may be achieved. In an idyllic world, where I manage something akin to what I want, I don’t intend to keep people in line out of fear. I don’t intend to force people into joining my dream, I would like to be a beacon for those who would seek something beyond the savagery. Of course I’m not blind, I understand the need for some sort of strength, there will always be someone who seeks to undo what had been built, and the need for protection against such things. If the strength of those who wish for that world is not enough to keep that dream afloat, then I will admit defeat and live as I have been.”
Finally his hands drop and his gaze switches back and forth between the two Arrancar before him. A bead of sweat rolls down along the side of his face as he does his best to analyze the following movements and responses of the two before him. Arrastrado is cautious by nature, and unfortunately being in this room is a gamble much like any other time he has tried to share his dream with others.
