A lofty goal. [If this world's history is anything like his own, maybe it is too late, for some at least. For him. He smiles, a bit sad but grateful.] I thank you for your confidence. I hope to pursue the same goal myself.

[He thinks for a moment, carefully formulating his words.] Given that he-- or at least, some version of him-- exists in this world, I'm afraid he should not be as easy to locate. He doesn't attend the speeches as frequently as other members, and, when he does, he tends to instead stay away-- blend into the background. He keeps his affiliation with the team quiet, but he does preach the same values when confronted. [A pause.] Occasionally, he tests trainers that interest him by battling them, or by giving his own speeches. So, perhaps you've already met him. [Considering that he's trying to give Cassandra as much information on the team as possible, he knows he should probably just come out and tell her that he's talking about himself. But he can't quite bring himself to. A part of him hopes that if he just keeps hinting at his identity like this, she'll figure it out herself.]