Dellapero Grance just continued to give his sensless glance as if he were what one would call a hollow being. Not as in the race, but as in a type of person with no sense of mind, a drone or artificial entity., He heard the two arrancar both speak to him about themselvs or some odd happening of fate bringing them all to this location. Maybe it was fate, maybe it wasn't, only fate itself would know, but they would not know if what it knew, for fate is an ideale, a thought made up by millions of minds with no true existence.
Dellapero Grance was growing bored now. Maybe it was his time to return to the world above? There was only one way to determin if it was and that was to actually go there. His mind entered a trance-like state, though his expression always had looked like that, so one wouldn't be able to notice. His choices were to be determined by what lay ahead in the road of time.
As Dellapero's mind set back into the current, he began to speak again briefly in his normal tone that had been recycled through his meeting with the two. "Well, I shall be going now. I think it's about time I return to the surface and see what lies ahead."
With that said, Dellapero Grance used a small amount of his spiritual energy to use the imfamous arrancar techniques known as sonido. A thin static sound filled the air and in a instant, he had vanished into nothingness travleing at such speed that he could not be seen normally. He was heading for the tower of Las Nochas to see the new espada and perhaps new espada leader. So, now, he shall see the answers to many of his questions, but would they be better or worse then he anticipated?