It was hard not to like this strange man before him, and Ezio felt his face lift up into a bit of a wider smile as 'X' spoke after shaking his hand, learning a bit more about the person before him.  Ezio himself was dressed in his father's old robes and gear, the red in the cape part of the family's banner, when...they still had a home to call their own anyway.  He had had time to heal from it already, but not nearly enough, not as long as Uberto Alberti drew breath.  Even so, that was for another time.  Cocking his head quizzically to the side, Ezio wasn't sure how to respond to what X said.  "I'm sorry, but I've never heard of a Reploid before.  Perhaps we are a bit more different than we both realize.  I come from Florence, Italy during the year of 1476.  I am an assassin, part of an ancient order of assassins that have dedicated their lives to fighting the Templars of my world who, according to my Uncle Mario and the books he keeps in his possession, want to rule the world as they see fit.  All that aside, I have only begun to understand it all myself.  So, what of you X?  What brings you to this strange world?  I have never seen the like of such architecture before save for in fairy tales and stories at best, and that's not the only thing that's odd here.  It was early morning when I entered a 'hole' that hung suspended a foot off the ground, and now it is later in the day than the passage of time should allow for how long I've been here.  So much here makes little sense, but I assume we shall find out together, si?"