[ Looking at him has Ratio aching, so he turns his attention elsewhere so he does not break. The urge to snap and let his bitterness overflow is there, tickling at the back of his throat and preying on his mind, but he resists the urge, the calling for it. Aventurine was meant to be dead, despite his hopes, in spite of the odds, and Ratio is still adjusting to what it means that he is alive, feeling the weight of it in his heart.

He should be angry, and he is. It has been months. That does not mean he is not relieved. ]

The brain can often input the familiar where there is none, so your own mind speaking to you with your personal visage should not be a shock. It is a response to trauma.

[ That PhD in medicine coming into play before he can stop himself, and then he is tapping a finger against his lip, thoughtful. Nihility is not something easily understood, but Aventurine had a question answered. Nihility and Harmony, Sunday and the Family... It is a mystery to unravel, a question that Ratio cannot find the answer to yet, and he leans back in his chair as he considers it.

Looking over, he tilts his head a little, cautious about the way his gaze drinks him in. ]

And now you are here. So, what did you learn?

[ Pointedly ignoring the luck comment. ]