Ulquiorra sat on the throne, his expression stoic as he watched the empty room. The black lines down his face gave him a permanent look of crying. His mouth remained set in a frown, stoic and unsuggestive. His thoughts dwelled on Aizen's progress in Karakura, as he had heard nothing of them for hours now. He stood, ready to take matters into his own hands if Aizen wished it. placed his hand over his left eye, and ripped it out. Surprisingly, no blood poured, as would normally happen. Without pause or hesitation he crushed it, and an "instant replay" of sorts appeared in front of him. With no change of expression, he watched as Aizen gave his orders.

"Wait for our return" He merely said, before leaving with most of the Espada to depart for the living world.

So he waited.