You two thought it was a great, romantic idea to run off to Rome, hand in hand, to Catholicize the Pope enough to raise Artificial Hell just for a quick scare (really to pacify Cognito's demands), to spend the rest of it weaving through the sunkissed streets, taking in what Italy had to offer to spark your relationship; to make it official.

But, being impatient and desperate for Ron's love and an answer to the age old question, you tampered with his device just a little bit to speed up the process, which only ended in disaster, to say the very least. You argued, got into a fight with the Pope...

...and now, here you were: at the literal lowest layer of Hell for the guilty, crossing through the streets in search of your...well, what was Ron, at this point? Sure enough, through the open window of a confessional, his familiar figure was hunched, face buried in his knees which he hugged to his chest, almost imperceptibly trembling.

Okay, so there's someone in there listening. You prop open the curtain to meet an exhausted animatronic imp, who seemed more than happy to be tagged out.

"Oh, thank fucking Satan! This guy was just crying over a ladybug he killed when he was six." it grumbled as it flew by you, leaving you to sit with Ron. Looking at him through the rusted grate separating you, you couldn't read anything but guilt in his expression, dark brown eyes barely meeting yours to hide the unshed tears and shame he always held tight to his chest.