Arekussu had finally allowed himself out of his self imposed imprisonment in his tower, his wounds being completely healed and his reitsu almost at his peak levels. Still, he did not feel any love for this place, this barren wasteland that the Hollow called their home. Oft times he would consider leaving, but always he would decide against it, rationalizing his decision by telling himself that he would surely find no one else who would accept him. Still, this did not make his existence in this world any easier, and the exhaustion from simply being here showed clearly on his face at all times.
Arekussu was walking through the sands, tracing the edge of Los Noches, when he felt the presence of Cross and another Arrancar, obviously fighting each other by the bursts of reitsu flying through the air. Arekussu knew of course that the Primera wouldn’t need his help, he was incredibly strong, but at least watching a fight would be a short break from the monotony that held him. Plus it would give him a chance to play some music.
As Arekussu sonidoed towards the fight, he felt the reitsu subside and noticed the advance of many other arrancar. Perhaps this would not be the best time to intervene, that many arrancar together would prove to be messy, he was sure of it. His lazy personality took him then, and with a sigh he quieted his own reitsu and turned around, heading back towards Los Noches. He would meet whoever survived that grouping another time, he was sure of it.