He'd knocked down the fat dude outside with no problems and they'd left before the guy could see where they'd gone. At first he'd thought about looking for another building to go into, but after he thought about it the arrancar had decided to get them up the fire escapes of the apartment building and onto the roof. His attack had apparently launched Haji up through it, as evident from the hole that just happened to be in it, but the chiropteran was nowhere to be found. He heard them running about below, outside and in, looking for them, but most likely they all thought that the two had split. Looking for them right above their heads most likely wouldn't occur to them, and if it did then he could just punch them off the roof.
Diva had completely forgotten about everything but the cocoons, meanwhile, and had them lying in her lap as she sat against the stairwell's outside walls. Grimmjow didn't get close to her or them, but made sure not to be close enough to the edge of the roof that anyone would be able to see him from down below either.
When he sat down about a yard from them, looking away at the sun, he heard her walk over to him though.
"Hey, what are you doing over here?" She asked him curiously.
The man only glanced back at her to see that the cocoons still in her hands.
"I thought you wanted to look at your cocoons or something in private."
"You mean my babies?"
He sighed.
"Sure."
The girl knelt down by him and looked straight at the man's face.
"…you don't like them?"
He looked away again at nothing in particular.
"I don't care, they're not my kids."
"They could be."
Grimmjow looked at the girl again with a strange expression.
"Huh?"
"Children usually have a mother and father right? You could be their father if you'd like."
He looked away again in disinterest.
"Not interested."
It was her turn to sigh as she sat down.
"Why not? Is killing those people so important to you?"
"Of course it is. The bastards kicked me out of my world and left me messed up, able to be seen by weak little humans. Taking them out is a hell of a lot more important to me than babysitting your kids."
Diva looked down at them and rubbed the cocoons with an amount of affection he couldn't understand.
"What if… I helped you kill those people? Then would you stay with me and my babies?"
"I'm not a human. And I'm not a husband. There isn't a thing in the world that could get me to stay in the same place and do the same thing day after day."
"But it wouldn't have to be! We could go on a picnic, take them somewhere…"
Grimmjow said nothing for several moments as Diva looked back down at them again.
"Still not interested. Plus, you know as much about raising a kid as I do. You don't even know what to do with them."
Her head hung low in shame.
"Why did you want them so bad if you didn't know anything about raising them?"
"I'm… not sure."
Her head rose slightly as she gazed at them as if they were the most beautiful things in the world.
"Maybe I just wanted to be a mother because I never had one; I wanted to give someone something that I didn't receive myself."
Grimmjow chuckled, drawing her gaze.
"That's funny huh?" She asked, a sad smile on her face.
"No. Not that. It's just kinda ironic that your sister calls you evil when most 'evil' people would be focused on making all other children miserable 'cause of what they went through. And yet here you are trying to give something away for nothing in return."
Her smile lost some of its sadness and her gaze returned to the cocoons.
"And what do you gain from helping me like this?"
"I promised you I would. I don't break my promises. So I guess it keeps me from feeling like a liar."
Her eyes closed.
"I don't believe you, Grimmjow. You wouldn't have promised me to do it then, right?"
He looked away once more.
"Doesn't matter. I'm here now and that's all there is to it."
"So tell me, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know. We'll stay her 'til tomorrow. After that we can get moving again; find somewhere else to stay."
"Somewhere nicer?"
"Why? You grew up in a stone room, how'd your standards get so high?"
"I don't care about where I stay; I want my babies to be comfortable."
"They can't think, so they wouldn't know."
She frowned and looked at him.
"Well, it's true. Anyway you need something else to wear 'cause that thing…" He remarked on her dress which was fine, but for the torn-up top.
"Let's go then."
He shook his head, stilling her before she could move.
"With you as weak as you are now and dragging those things along? No way. I'll go get something, you just stay here."
"But-"
"I'm not trying to run away, alright? I just don't want to stare at a chick with a dress showing where she keeps her friggin' watermelons."
She grinned at the statement.
"So you would prefer to stare at me when I had a more complete dress on?"
"You know what I meant, I'll go get the stupid dress, you just stay here and… juggle your kids around."
"That would be mean! Oh, and get something for them to wear too."
"I'm not going clothes-shopping here. Besides I doubt they have anything in 'cocoon' size."
"Not now; for when they're born silly."
He sighed and shook his head.
"Whatever. Just give me your tag."
"It was made for me, there is no tag."
"Fine, whatever, I'll just take a guess then." He spoke while walking across the middle of the roof so he wouldn't get spotted.
"Come back." She spoke quietly beneath her breath.