[ he thinks about it quietly. he doesn't think jotaro is being facetious; he doesn't think this is rhetorical. but at the same time, he's never paid attention to the notion of heaven at all. when good people die, they go to a good place somewhere. buccellati was proof of that; he's seen his soul ascend. but he doesn't quite know how to answer jotaro's question. when he answers him, he's a little less sure of himself, but less prideful; in a position to learn, and not necessarily to challenge him of what he says despite how much he disagrees about it. ]

.... like .... eternity, I suppose? In Heaven there's no sense of time, it's supposed to be the thing that comes after Armageddon, and it's supposed to last forever.

[ but he also knows of eternity. and he knows it's not necessarily good. after all, diavolo -

- no, he doesn't have to mention that right now. he glances at jotaro, waiting for him to explain instead. ]