[It's a lot to take in, a lifetime packed into a few sentences. And the confession weighs heavily on Steven, it's obvious in everything from his stammering to his harsh laugh. There is so much to focus on, so much to unravel, and he can barely process it. He will take it all in, but — first things first.

If Steven were to look up, he would see the smile playing on Diavolo's lips, slight at first and quickly growing into something he cannot fully contain.]

No, [he agrees.] It can't. It is beyond the Fog God's capabilities to pluck two souls from a world and place them into the same body. I know this to be true. I have asked her. But ... that does not mean you are alone.