Spira

Tayuya looked thoroughly disgusted, pulling a face and giving Apache a horrified look. "Augh," she exclaimed, "that's Aizen." Who was attractive if you went for the speccy old nerd type, but you also needed to have a penchant for sociopathic murdering bastards while you were at it. Midgar was at his behest, she knew that much, and he'd made the Arrancar in a set of procedures even more dangerous than the ones that had created the Sound Five, which put Aizen somewhere between Orochimaru and Sin on the uncaring destructive forces scale.

"I'm eating," she complained, and then picked out a different chocolate to follow the one in her mouth.