It was winter and the snow was falling slowly, you were sitting watching it until you feel a presence next to you, Aizen looks at you smiling warmly but the reflection in his eyes was empty, he carefully sits next to you and you can notice that he was wearing a blanket over their shoulders to take care of the cold

— I heard that tomorrow you're leaving... He says in a somewhat discouraged tone, after all you were the only person who treated him well