He nodded to the cat's words, turning them over in his mind until he grasped the main idea well enough to begin filling in the blanks.
"Food for strength, strength for food." The way Grimmjow seemed to move... silent, gliding.... "Ghosts consuming ghosts." Even after death, it's a dog-eat-dog world. Blinking out of his funk, Rufus peered at the odd, fuzzy vines as he passed them. They looked like they were strangling the trees.