[ pity. giorno, obviously, was keenly watching him, had wanted to see if the name would draw a reaction from him he can latch onto, like a bloodhound. as it stands, he leaves jotaro alone on that.

... maybe he's not so different from his father, after all. ]

He left Naples safely. [ that's all he'll say on that.

as for his warnings, well - ]

I highly doubt he'd quietly just accept me to be his student; he kept asking me if I wanted money, power, or revenge. He is suspicious, and rightfully so. And even if he finds out I were his son, provided he doesn't receive information as to who I really am, the damages incurred wouldn't be too bad for me.

How many deaths, or near-deaths, does someone need to experience before death becomes final to them?

I know that one day I might have to fight him. It'll probably be over something irreconcilable. Am I capable of killing him? Maybe. Probably. I won't be happy over it, but I didn't choose strength in order to be happy. I wanted to be powerful because I wanted to achieve my dreams. And I did. But that was before I got here. Now a different approach is required.

[ anything else, well. it's good that jotaro's here too.

the dart is now a rose. he places it on the counter. ] Let's play something.