The flashing sounds, shapes, and sights of yet unknown world; the mechanical beast of engineering that signifies man's first true conquest over nature; even the souls of allies forged from mother necessity. For a day, nay a week full of such utter importance, one would think that any person would be in a heightened state of awareness. However, for one lone man standing stoically apart from the company that had been established since fate first determined to unite them; the past week had been nothing more than this blur of sensory input with very little importance to set it apart from the rest of the information gathered by his sensory memory. It was not as if this man had gone through the necessary preparations for such a grandiose undertaking completely on subconscious processing, but his life had thrown him such a pivotal event that had been ingrained into his character. While any one being could be weighed down by an event of enough traumatic significance to them; to understand the true significance of this specific event and its consequences, we must first better our understanding of this man. Yet, as with any true personal story, the identity of the individual was a key point to begin with for the telling of said tale; this one particular being Ravana Ichiro.
Having been a former Captain of the Gotei 13, member of the Karakura Defenders, and having been the Colonel for the Vizard Corps' Special Operations for quite a few years now: there was already enough about Ravana Ichiro to set him apart from most others. Add his past to the fact that he currently appeared to be the opposite of his general personality, stoic, solemn, and reserved; and Ravana currently stood out like a sore thumb to any who might pretend to know the man. To build upon the emotional signs his body language had been displaying: physical signs such as his hair having a slightly matte quality to its color, his skin holding a lessened flush than natural, and eyes that held a glassy quality really solidified the image that he was deep in thoughts. For those who had known Ravana's personality before this week, such as Yuri and Iori, it would have been overt that there was something going on within the man's mind; and even those new to him chanced the ability to tell that something was off. And yet, it was within the group of people who actually knew him in which the object of his contemplations resided; Iori Sugiura. Yes, the woman whom most had assumed as dead and gone after her last battle with Kin was who occupied his thoughts; their "reunion" being their cause.
As he too had assumed Iori dead, Ravana had been caught quite off guard when confronted with the woman he had formed a "friend/enemy" relationship with after 400 years. It was at that moment that a sort of realization had begun within Ravana; sparked by the woman who had been both a great obstacle as well as a source of motivation. While their meeting after hundreds of years quickly escalated into a continuation of the battle they had been engaged in since before Ravana himself was even a Captain, the odd sensation of internal self awareness lingered within him despite how furious the battle got; and boy did it get intense. To be honest, the exact "winner" or "loser" of their battle had been blurred by the passing events that seemed to meld together in his conscious memory; having left behind only the vague remembrance of a hard fought battle between the determination of two warriors. And yet, it was not the battle itself that had been ingrained into his mind, rather the realization he came to through it and the effects of expressing it. Having taken 400 years plus the loss of her presence to solidify, after their battle, Ravana was finally able to pin a name to the feeling he had for Iori in three simple words; "I love you."
As expected, the initial reaction of the Goddess of Victory had been to take the words as some sort of jest; believing that Ravana was trying to trick her into something. Despite this, he had pushed further; insisting that the words he had spoken embodied his true feelings. While his seriousness and determination did manage to "change Iori's tone", Ravana himself had no idea how she truly responded to it. As expected, the gravity of his words had left a tension in the air; culminating in a long pause of silence between the two. And then, before he even had the chance to ask Iori of her feelings, the woman had fled; as far and fast away from him as she could, or at least that he knew. Having been left there alone, the weight of his confession a burden fully upon his shoulders, Ravana felt frozen in that moment in time. Yes, while rejection may not seem like much to some, for this man, whose innermost feelings had taken hundreds of years to cultivate, the damage was crushing.
Returning to the train car he currently occupied, it is now clearly evident as to why Ravana is such an opposite of his usual self. Having coped with his feelings on his own, Ravana had managed to return to a workable state of mind. The memory of Iori's complete retreat from his emotions still burned into his memory, he was unable to will himself towards those emotions or a facade of normalcy. And yet, despite the lack of an emotional drive, he was not completely devoid of purpose. The dream that had led him to where he currently stood, although first interpreted at delusions, had given him a reason to pick back up his sword. While he may have stood separate from the rest, he had accepted the challenge to change the fate that he had been shown; for in such an act, maybe too the reversal of his own fate could be found. Yes, even with his emotional self in a wreck and unsure if his goals were even possible; Ravana was nothing if not determined.