He listens carefully to the explanation - ah, he's played games like this. Resources, then fighters. He sets down a Ceres card with an energy source, not even blinking at her next to a bowl of some kind of cereal. It's fitting, after all.

"Veramente? Che tipo di storie? Felici o tristi?" His Italian still feels a little rough, but it's fine. It's been decades since he's had to use it at all. "Mi sono state raccontate molte storie. Alcuni di loro sono in conflitto tra loro. Ma va bene, i miti sono proprio così. Ognuno ha le sue versioni."