Most of the train ride for Hinamori had been spent marveling over the landscape that lay outside (once she'd gotten over the initial excitement of the train itself), from the beautiful buildings to the faux-sky hanging above them. It was so strange... she wasn't really sure what to make of this Paixao. But each time she peered across the car at Aizen, she was positive there was no place she'd rather be.
The art within the museum was pretty eye-catching itself; even if Hinamori herself had never been much of an artist, she could still appreciate a pretty painting when she saw it.
It took some effort on her part not to bristle at the sheer mention of Ichimaru; and even then, she still tensed up a ways. He's here too?! It shouldn't have come as a surprise, she supposed... but there'd still been a part of her half-hoping he'd been left behind in their world. That Aizen wouldn't be forced to commit any more horrible deeds. Or worse, change more than he already had; slowly lose what of her beloved captain still remained. Not only here in this strange world with them, but staying in the same place...!
Hinamori bit her lip, but said nothing. She never had been the type to speak out against Aizen, after all; simply followed his wishes without question, just happy to be able to be of service to him. It would be the same here.
If he wanted her to act out against Ichimaru, she would without so much as batting an eye. But until then, it wasn't really her place to do so; especially if he had something else in mind. It was every bit as likely that he had something in mind to deal with all of this. Maybe a ploy to rid them of Ichimaru's evil from within... she couldn't really say for sure, but she had faith in her captain.
(... which didn't mean for a second she was going to be nice to him.)
At Okita's question, she nodded, "That's something I'd also like to know, Captain Aizen... All I remember is this bright flash of light, and then all of a sudden I was standing on that line. The people there weren't very helpful, either. The most they did was give us a pamphlet and this thing." She motioned to the electronic journal in her hands, frowning faintly.
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The art within the museum was pretty eye-catching itself; even if Hinamori herself had never been much of an artist, she could still appreciate a pretty painting when she saw it.
It took some effort on her part not to bristle at the sheer mention of Ichimaru; and even then, she still tensed up a ways. He's here too?! It shouldn't have come as a surprise, she supposed... but there'd still been a part of her half-hoping he'd been left behind in their world. That Aizen wouldn't be forced to commit any more horrible deeds. Or worse, change more than he already had; slowly lose what of her beloved captain still remained. Not only here in this strange world with them, but staying in the same place...!
Hinamori bit her lip, but said nothing. She never had been the type to speak out against Aizen, after all; simply followed his wishes without question, just happy to be able to be of service to him. It would be the same here.
If he wanted her to act out against Ichimaru, she would without so much as batting an eye. But until then, it wasn't really her place to do so; especially if he had something else in mind. It was every bit as likely that he had something in mind to deal with all of this. Maybe a ploy to rid them of Ichimaru's evil from within... she couldn't really say for sure, but she had faith in her captain.
(... which didn't mean for a second she was going to be nice to him.)
At Okita's question, she nodded, "That's something I'd also like to know, Captain Aizen... All I remember is this bright flash of light, and then all of a sudden I was standing on that line. The people there weren't very helpful, either. The most they did was give us a pamphlet and this thing." She motioned to the electronic journal in her hands, frowning faintly.