Beatrice feels her eyes start to well with tears. That stupid smile. The easygoing confidence. Of course. Of course... he had managed it, somehow. She doesn't remember stepping forward but her arms are around Battler again, holding onto him as she begins to sob against his chest. Stupid, tall, incompetent Battler. He had done it, somehow. She had missed it, but here she was.

"Idiot. It took you too long. You really are incompetent," she says against his chest, trying not to let her voice shake too much as she cries from sheer relief. All of that angst and questioning, everything that had weighed on her the last month... all of it seemed melt away.

"You really understood my riddle."