[It seemed as though there was someone there, some reiatsu that seemed familiar, but Tousen had been far too preoccupied with his regained blindness and the two souls that wandered around him, fretting like overzealous chickens, that he didn't even sense Gin coming through the door. Still seated, he turns his head in Gin's direction and nods. Flatly:] Ichimaru. Considering the circumstances, I'm afraid I'll have to cut my overjoyed greeting short. Where is Aizen? Tell me that these fools are mistaken about this world.