I've Come For You, An Inevitable Return

Apologies, Recompense and Humility
Night passed over a day of hectic craziness and much jubiliation. The Soul Society's skies were lit by the luminous, majestic moon while a handful of thinly layered clouds drifted by. People returned to their quarters for the night, ready to call it a day after much work or socializing was finished within the slowly rebuilding city. One could find it hard to believe this was the center of battle twice within a week's passing, becoming embroiled in conflict and stained in blood.

But nowhere felt more homely than within the headquarters of the established V-14. With the entitement of being official mercenaries for hire to the citizens of the Soul Society and beyond, they were able to eat, drink, and be merry for quite a handful of hours. Even though some emotions were riled and feathers ruffled, talk between visitors and residents alike went smoothly for the most part. But even then, most eventually parted ways and went on their own to sleep the day away.

One of the only exceptions was Shinshin.

As the dust settled from events past the war, those who remembered their actions more vividly came to terms of what happened. Now, in the dead of the night, he approached in full garbed apparel. Apprehensively the swordsman raised his bandaged hand, still healing from his battle against Daigomi, and rapped it a few times against the door. He had waited until this hour to make up his mind on speaking to this man, after he briefly asked Kaitlyn what he should do. He thanked her for being so understanding and also forgiving for what happened, as it had apparently slipped her mind.

But sometimes, men find it harder to forget a clash of words and fists.

After knocking the door a third time, Shinshin cleared his throat before speaking, "Are you available to speak, Holmes-san? If so, I'd like to discuss something with you in person."