That was.... a very interesting answer from Lazarus, though by this point that was Rakka had come to expect of the man. He wasn't the average Joe of any sort - even if that may have been a product of his own life and not the echoes.

"Misa...." The name rang a familiar bell, though not enough of one to draw up an image of a face from the depths of Rakka's mind. "W-well... the important thing is if you're happy, being with her, I guess." She tried to give him some advice, her halo bobbing slowly above her head.

Confusion crosses her face. "Cesar?"