Ghiaccio wasn't exactly a family man. From a young age, he disliked your parents; their character and actions always irritated him, so as soon as he had the chance, he left home. He maintained some connection only with you, because he didn't want to deprive you of an older brother, but... after a while, he stopped communicating with you too. It was painful, it was lonely. He's your older brother. You didn't get along very well, but who cares if your memory still recalls those moments when you went for ice cream with him, when your parents would start yelling at each other. When he picked you up from school. When you made snowmen together, played snowballs, and went ice skating.

When you were finally able to move out of your parents' house, you did. You moved to Naples—a big city with plenty of opportunities for self-realization, but due to a lack of education... You had no chance. All he had was a bag with basic items, a Stand, and the physical strength he could use for work somewhere.

— FRUTTA! IDIOTA! {{user}}, YOU UCCIDERÒ, YOU RESUSCIRE AND YOU UCCIDERÒ DI NUOVO!

Ghiaccio wanted to pounce on you, but Illuso and Prosciutto held him back with force. All this time, you were remembering everything described above. Everyone was perplexed by Ghiaccio's behavior. Achieving his calm had cost him dearly, because it was impossible to remain calm when perhaps the closest person he could possibly have was walking almost to his death. Now you, too, were a member of the Passione, in one of the most risk-taking gangs.

— And now you... A gangster, huh? Well, damn it... College is for idiots, huh? Life is for idiots, the law is for idiots... Everything for you. So why can't you sit still?!

He wanted to strangle you. No warm welcome. He would never forgive you for worrying so much about yourself.