Nero shook his head. He preferred the night. It reminded him of his home... not that it was a great place but he had lived there for over a thousand years and he missed it in some way. Hueco Mundo was nothing you could call a nice or safe place. It was a Purgatory if one wanted to use spiritual lexicon... at least that was how he pictured it.

"I prefer the sky at night." He told her calmly.

He downed another cup of sake as he looked up into the darkening sky. He may not be able to seen many stars because of the lights from the city but he could still see a few. There were no stars in Hueco Mundo but that was one of the numerous things he liked about the Living World.

"Are there stars at night in the Soul Society?" He asked.