Saix looked at Aerith. She was right, of course, and Saix was happy here in Rabanastre. He didn't want to leave it to escape whatever he might bring down on all of them now.

The rest of the Thirteenth Order had enough of a grudge against himself and Lea as it was, without fueling that particular fire, anyway.

He looked over at the group of Arrancar. He could see Grimmjow already, a person he'd fought many times, but whose name he'd only learned in their second to last encounter. That woman then had tried to prevent it coming to a fight. The next time they'd met, they'd headed for each other, Saix and Lea because they didn't want to be caught off guard. Had they done it for the same reason, perhaps?

For what little it mattered, he thought, but the fight had always been between himself and Grimmjow. Everyone else simply got involved. It was Grimmjow that wanted to fight, and if Saix was honest, he did too. He liked fighting Grimmjow. Or he had done, until the last couple of times they'd met. Lea being put in danger had raised the stakes beyond Saix's comfort. Aerith was in danger from it too. Now there'd also be Fang.

"Stay here," he said, and then walked off towards the Arrancar.