"Very good. I'm glad that I need not explain the guild and its goals, in that case. I'm certain that you will make a fine addition to Dies Irae, in that case, Illya. As for Miss Pegasus ...", Johann would begin his reply to the newcomer's response to his questions before trailing off, not failing to notice the implication that was aimed at the other Illya, "... please don't pay her too much mind. She's eccentric, but she's good-natured and genuinely wants to help people, that I am certain of. If you don't mind it, you'll get used to her ... eventually". Of course, the Ambassador wasn't entirely sure of Pegasus's true convictions, but she was not incapable or incompetent by any means. He believed in the girl, just as much as he would believe in any other of his Soldiers. Without belief, after all, what would be the point of trying to become a better person, trying to make the world a better place?
Well, so much for the man's first question, and with that answered, the newcomer would move on to the Ambassador's second question, something that, in honesty, invoked more curiosity in the Ambassador than the previous one, and as such, the man would listen intently as Illya spoke and explained her situation, the occasional nod affirming that he was following. Well, at least, on a surface level, he was. He acknowledged what Illya had to say, though the situation she presented was abstract, to say the least. "Hmm ...", the man would hum inwardly, his brows inching closer together ever so slightly. He had to be honest with the girl, and so would try to gather his wits to formulate an appropriate response to her. "To be truthful, Illya, the situation you describe seems ... complicated, to say the least. I do not wish to doubt that events have transpired as you describe, but I do not know of any precedent that I could compare to the circumstances that have befallen you". Of course, that wasn't all the silver-haired man had to say. Johann, though not entirely the same, could empathize with Illya's situation. While the Ambassador had not lost a friend, and people still clearly remembered him, he had lost his original body to Mars, with whom he now shared this body, their "vessel", as the creature that lived alongside him called it. Thus, the man wouldn't doubt for one moment that Illya was speaking the truth. He assumed her story to be entirely within the realm of the possible, given what had happened to him.
"Though, unprecedented or not, I do not believe that you are crazy, or whatever else you may think. This world is a strange one, indeed, and I have seen and experienced strange things, most of which I have yet to, and will likely never, understand. Whatever the case may be, Illya-", the man would pause to try and find her gaze, an earnest, but somewhat solemn expression on his face, "-I will do my best to assist you in uncovering the mystery behind the circumstances that have befallen you if you so wish. You have my word". It didn't seem like the Officer beside him was quite of the same attitude, however, Miss Pegasus, to differentiate between the two, appearing to be more ... physical in the sense of comfort she apparently wished to instill. Not only that, the woman would also produce exaggerated props to underline her words. Johann took a deep breath, shooting her a look that, in effect, seemed to try and convey something along the lines of "are you actually serious?". The man cleared his throat, confused, but stern eyes falling on the Officer. "Ahem, Miss Pegasus. Might I remind you that this is not the time to-". He stopped himself, realizing that Pegasus wasn't listening to him anyway, instead, with a sigh, opting to ignore her.
"Either way, if that is all, and you have no more questions, Illya-", the man would reach into one of the pockets of his coat and produce a corked glass vial, filled to the brim with a sanguine liquid, "-I believe it is time to initiate you as a member of Dies Irae, should you still wish to join. Everything else we can work out later, in an environment that is a little more ... quiet". He would speak the last part while shooting a glancing look at the Officer, who seemed lost in her ever-continuous babble, though would quickly turn his head towards the newcomer to listen and respond to any other point she may want to bring up.
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