Mello searched his pockets for more chocolate. He needed it, the way this conversation was going. "Why would I want to do that?" Not that he wouldn't, necessarily, but Mello wasn't going to try and kill someone on someone else's say so. He wasn't a hitman or someone's bullyboy, never had been and never would be. He was better than that.

He took a bite of chocolate, and looked up at the arrancar. "So we're both dead. Congratulations. But what the fuck is an arrancar?" Maybe they were common as dirt wherever this freak was from, but Mello had sure never heard of them.