"Certainly," Ienzo said, giving a shrug. "It's no secret."

Well, they had hardly kept it to themselves. It had been harrowing, to say the least, but it was interesting information, especially to a resident of the world. From what he'd figured out, most of them didn't even know what the thing was, so far out of the collective consciousness the mythology around that area of Spiran history had fallen.

"Ulquiorra and I were exploring ... and we got attacked by," he splayed his fingers. "The book we found it in called it a Weapon. With a capital letter. It practically ignored Ulquiorra, despite everything, and seemed to take personal issue with me, the Ryoka."