AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Ilijas]

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Ilijas observed her in silence for a few seconds, his expression morphing to resemble idle curiosity and, of course, reservation. He was careful to never reveal too much of what he was thinking or feeling, unsure of why he felt the innate urge to stay walled up behind cordial smiles and polite nods but devoted to appeasing himself regardless. He was not an emotional creature by any means anyways, for him to resemble one probably would be more of a theatrical performance than anything else. Nobody seemed to have a problem with his natural distance either and so he maintained his signature behavior knowing (or rather, rationalizing to himself) that to get close to people would most likely hurt him in the long run. For some reason, he knew that he had been hurt before. He didn't know by what or by whom, just that he had to ensure it never happened again.

But back to Beatrice.

The female his opposite certainly was intriguing and Ilijas, typically opposed to establishing friendships without well-developed history, had to dismiss his sudden want to befriend her. [b][color=gray]"Nice and well-spoken?" He paused to chuckle, obviously bemused, [color=gray]"I believe that's their simple way of confessing that they know nothing about me. They shouldn't worry though- I admittedly know nothing about myself so I suppose the entire clan can wonder together." A tiny smile followed his words before it faltered and inevitably faded away. [color=gray]"Four clans indicates a vast population, does it not? How friendly are we with these other places?" He inquired, capable now of thinking only of the girl who's face was still fresh in his memory. Was it possible that she occupied one of the other clans? Would finding her provide him the answers he so desperately craved?

[color=gray]"Am I that obvious of an amnesiac?" He mused, that seemingly light-hearted attitude returning as he forced himself to dismiss his thoughts on her. [color=gray]"All I woke up with was the name 'Ilijas M.' and the rather shocking knowledge that someone had managed to kill me in a past life... quite brutally I might add, I have good reason to suspect it was from fire or some other element." He didn't know why he was openly sharing what many would see as a very personal part of him. People died all the time though and he, desensitized to that fact, could easily talk about the death of anyone- including himself.

[color=gray]"I don't believe anyone related to me can be found on this island. I'm not sure if I possess a single living relative. I have no clues, no basis, not even the slightest of inclinations to steer me in the right direction. It's absolutely dreadful," He supplied with a sigh, shoulders rising and falling in the form of an absent shrug. He appreciated the gesture nonetheless though; offering such had been an incredibly kind thing for Beatrice to do.