Grimmjow ignored Apache and Yylfordt's spat. The volume decreased and he turned his attention to Saix when he spoke to him. As much as the long-standing feud between them usually pushed him to violence, mutual as that was, Saix had been nicer to Apache than Yylfordt ever was. He might have baited Yylfordt, but he'd deserved it for being an asshole.

"He knows you'd kick his ass, anyway," he said, giving his shoulders a shrug. "And yeah, same."

It wasn't the place, but he didn't feel like it, regardless of that. Usually he'd be itching to go, but there was something about seeing his opponents acting like normal people that put him off. They weren't too different to his own group. It was different when they thought they were fighting for something, as if both sides were defending from attack even if they weren't entirely blameless as instigators, but any fight after this would be little more than a tradition. Practically a formality.

"Looks like it's a truce, then," he said, continuing to ignore his bickering team mates.