[ Oh. Shit, so it's that kind of talk. Ramir's still not sure what direction this one's gonna take, but at least that narrows it down a little. ]

Yeah, that happens. [ She leans in a little, arms folded over the table and attention fully on Sigma, looking for whatever little signs or hints she can get about this. ] Like Achilles, he had Patroclus pop up.

[ Who was his true love, who then broke up him and Olivia, and ultimately fucking died... maybe not the best example in any sense of the word. She winces, and tacks on: ]

...Or Giorno and Fugo. Same world. [ anyway. ] Who'd you get?