"Power! My power! It's gone!
Kisuke Urahara!
I despise you!
You've got a brilliant mind, but you don't know how to use it! Why did you obey the orders of something like that? And why did you submit to that bunch of mediocrities?!
That's not how it works! The victor should care about what the world looks like, not what it is!
The Hogyoku has already fused with me! You can't kill me!
I'll be back sooner or later! Remember that!"
Soul Society, Central 46, in the darkness of the courtroom.
"Criminal! Sosuke Aizen! Charged with treason against Soul Society! The verdict is hereby announced!"
"Sosuke Aizen is sentenced to eighteen thousand years in the eighth cell on the lowest level of the underground prison, Muken!"
Sosuke Aizen, bound tightly to his seat by seals that covered his entire body, wore a scornful smile.
"So that's how it is. You think the likes of you can pass judgment on me? How absurd!"
"You insolent wretch! We spared your life, yet you still dare to speak out of turn! Bind his mouth and eyes, and extend his sentence to twenty thousand years!"
"Heh, in the end, I really was outmaneuvered by that Urahara. Oh well."
"Look forward to the day I return, everyone in Seireitei. Things won't end the same way next time."
Darkness descended.