The White Horse needs room to run.
For a while, Albedo had managed to keep himself entertained idly watching the comings and goings of Las Noches, but now he was getting bored. He still hadn't seen any sign of his other half and was in a less than pleasant mood because of it, though not quite so much that slaughtering mindless Hollows didn't help calm him down. But that was getting boring, he needed someone to bother. So the Fracción had taken to the halls of Las Noches, actively looking for someone to bother.