"That they do," she says with a hint of sadness in her voice, a sad but fond smile forming. "He would have sacrificed everything for me. Had once." But they could come back to life and she wasn't the type to let someone die for nothing. She is, in her own way, a woman of action. For the right cause. For the right people. For more than she's probably ever admitted to.

"Hector," she replies. "Hector Escaton." She nods at his second question. "We were...wrapped up in each other's storyline. Once we were aware of ourselves, our love didn't end, which...they didn't expect." Apparently they weren't supposed to fall in love. Not truly. "He played an Outlaw. Stole an empty safe from the Mariposa so many times, I wonder how he never realized it was empty, but that is part of the game, I suppose." She frowns for a moment, her mind bringing forth the look in his eyes as he died. For good this time. "Anyway. I feel I've likely traumatized you enough with my stories."