Why are most of the important figures in Joshua's life blondes? A question for the ages. She guesses it might be a trace of narcissism, only because she would understand the sentiment.

Lucrezia reaches a hand to wipe away the sweat from his brow to make him seem better and try to tame his hair, a lost cause. But her life is made of make-believe, because seeking what she truly wants only leads to disaster, and this tale is one she can still hold on to.

"Molotov is his most beloved wife," she smirks. Isn't it a joke? "She thought me how to punch. You, if you misbehave."