...sounded light and conversational, but there was something underneath that was putting her on edge. "Think, Captain. Think real hard."
She hissed as her stomach muscles pulled. "Damn it, Grimmjow, I'm in a little too much pain for guessing games."
"Well, then I'll help you", he replied, the strange expression still on his face as his gaze bored into her. "Why are you in pain?"
"What the – I was fucking poisoned, you ass! You were there, did you forget already?" She could almost tell what the emotion he was suppressing was, if he'd just…
"Close, Captain, but no cigar. And I certainly haven't forgotten. You're hurt because you rammed Suzumebachi through your innards."
"Of course I did!" She retorted hotly. She'd never heard him so controlled and cold. It was like he'd completely shut down, and the thought was terrifying her. This cool, restrained, mocking voice wasn't Grimmjow. Worse, he was calling her 'Captain', of all things. "How the hell else was I supposed to survive? Suzumebachi heals me when I've been poisoned - "
"And that might've been helpful to know before you committed seppuku right in fucken front of me!" He roared, "Did it occur to you that it could be a good idea to let me know 'bout that one, or were...