In a past life, Ilijas had killed many to sate a beast of his own- one that manifested in the form of his younger brother. He was constantly tasked with cleaning up his messes but, ever the doting brother, did so with little to no complaint, ripping hearts out as nonchalantly as one would stretch their limbs or groom themselves. The young man couldn't recall his past though and thus knew nothing of the monster he had grown to represent all for the sake of his family. Instead, he merely saw himself as a disoriented youth struggling to regain the memories that had fled him. There was nothing murderous behind his reserved smiles and polite nods- if anything, there was a silent appreciation for the life he lived, as confusing as it was.

He had met Beatrice once before and, usually a good read of character, found himself unable to truly vouch for what kind of person she was. Like him, she appeared to be a natural enigma and ever curious to understand the world and those around him, he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. However emotionally hardened he might be, his expression still softened with concern as he heard her statement, lips twisting into a thin frown. [b][color=gray]"What's dumb?" He prompted, a metaphorical brow rising. He wondered if he could consider her an acquaintance or if they were still technically strangers. Regardless, she was a clanmate of his now and he would of course express worry in response to her current state.