"Much different than the wielders we're used to. They, as far as I know, don't have a master to speak of. No training. Nothing. Even their origins are questionable at best."

He rolled his shoulders into something like a shrug.

"But I'd rather not give you information you can't put to good use. I want to verify that they're even here at all first."

Deflection was Vanitas' best defense, and also possibly his largest detriment. Surely, he hoped, he was banking on, Xehanort would see some sort of logic in Vanitas not spilling all the details for now, insincere as his reasoning was.