Well, if that doesn't sound all too familiar. By now Leon knows the odds of someone else being here from his same world are kind of slim, but. For one thing, he sure hopes there aren't a lot of atomizations to go around in the multiverse, and for another he's still dealing with the surreal haze of his own performance.

Cleansing missiles hit their mark

He exhales slowly, watching César's expression as he tries to figure out what to say in the face of all that.

"They thought you couldn't mourn?" is what he settles on, soft and surprised and confused but with an undercurrent of outrage on his behalf. There's a lot to address here, and they'll get to that, if this guy wants to, but in the moment that's what stands out to him.