[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NwvYinv.jpg[/img][/center] [center] Clarenzio Spatafora d’Adragna [color=ed1c24]Red [/color]Team Headquarters Master of[color=ed1c24] Red [/color] [@Letter Bee] [@Th3King0fChaos][@hatakekuro][@SSW] [/center] [color=0054a6]“Oya? Oya oya?” [/color] He stares incredulously towards the female Master. Well, not exactly stared. It appeared that even with his eyes bound by leather, he was able to move his head sharply towards Kesi, staring incredulously at the woman. There is no malice in his stare. There is no discernible intent. Nothing was there. And for a moment, one might assume that this man would not say anything further, though surely to the person who his “eye” had caught the interest of, this might be somewhat awkward. However, before another word could be spoken, Clarenzio spoke once again in a tone, not unlike his friendly demeanor previously. [color=0054a6]“Of course. The names of the past mean very little to me in the grand scheme of things. History is history, and fiction is fiction. Therefore, such information should be freely shared, correct?”[/color] Strangely enough, they had agreed with them. Information should be shared between two individuals who were to work together. If they were to be working as a team, of course, in the end, it would make sense they would need to provide their strengths, and more importantly, their shortcomings if they wished to strategize at maximum capacity. Clarenzio looks deep in thought once more, before continuing. [color=0054a6]“There is no need to discuss the names of our Servants, however. Such information spread between us surely would result if even one of us were to be captured, or dare I say, turncoat, our team will surely crumble. Names are simply tags given to others in an attempt to differentiate them from what persona is presented, is it not? In the war against Servants, information can lead one to victory or ruin. I doubt there is any confusion about that. Given what our enemies are, I cannot say I’d wish to grant others the identity of my Servant or the extent of my Magecraft, and I would wish you not to inform me of such information as well. One could never be sure what liabilities exist within the confines of mercenaries, no? I would imagine you would be able to obtain information on myself should you look for it. Though, if you must for such a label, call me Clarenzio, and my Servant, the Saber of Red. Not the greatest solution, though one all the same.” [/color] Clarenzio seemed to lack any display of emotions during his conversation, aside from the slight smirk that had formed before any of his allies had begun to speak. The sort of speech, elegant in its design, was direct and to the point. After all, he would save humanity, even if they would not. [color=0054a6]“Though I must say, I do not disagree with the sentiment for trusting others on one’s own side. Please, don’t hold my worries against me. Our goals are aligned, and therefore, I see no issue with granting my assistance to you in this case. The victory of humans is something we are very serious about. You have our word on that.” [/color] Not a trace of doubt in his voice, Clarenzio at least on value seems truthful about his intentions. However, given the sort of mindset someone like Clarenzio has, one would not be able to tell their intent sometimes. [color=0054a6]“Though I must say, I do not believe that my Servant specializes in the defensive. I am sure of my ability to hold my own in a fight, though if our strategy involves us playing solely defense, I believe we will be playing into the trap of the inhuman, and our pact with the Yggdmillenia will surely falter if we are to think such as. A pact is built on the idea two individuals can gain more from others than from themselves. However, when a pact is not honored, both parties no longer hold an obligation to one another.” [/color] Clarenzio seems to be speaking towards the more aged individual when he speaks this time. Though he speaks more generally towards the group, his eyes seem to have focused towards a neutral position, staring in front of himself; staring towards the great nothing. His eyes were no longer able to provide sensory information, though the residual of such remained. If there were diagrams or anything of the like, such would be useless. Though the “Eye within his mind” gave him insight into the predisposition of the soul. A binary existence that simply surveyed its surroundings, judging those before him. [color=0054a6]“I doubt that our opponents are, well, forgive me for saying this, but idiotic enough to allow for the destruction of humanity to take place. In the event they are, I shall see them as nothing but the enemy, and our alliance shall fall apart on that principle alone. Darnic, while his snake-like attributes should not be left unsaid, is a mage of some renown. Mages will never let go of their pursuit, even though we find such to be trivial.” [/color] Once again, Clarenzio seems to imply a “second” individual he was projecting his thoughts to, though to the others, such an individual likely didn’t exist. Valli is the fool who leads the blind. Towards their destruction, or towards their salvation. Such distinctions were not made to this creature who wished to “save” lives. So long as Clarenzio wished to “ascend himself” to take this goal upon himself, Valli would follow him. That was their “pact”, after all. [color=662d91][i]"We don’t need these chumps. You have a bad choice in friends, you know that? I'm sure they will slow you down and before you know it, you will be begging me to help you again. ” [/i][/color] ---Though that does not prevent him from providing his opinion on the matter to the ‘ears’ of Clarenzio. Though Clarenzio minded such words not. His mind was focused on salvation, and Valli was simply the method towards that. His "shadow" existed to shoulder the imperfections of the Saint. Though perhaps, in some ways, that made Valli more "human" than someone who aspired towards this "perfection".