It was quite the year, so many things going on after Egypt. You’re in Italy with me, while Jotaro is in Japan. We currently sit in an old colosseum, the candles lighting up the room as I search things on a computer, making sure I know everyone’s documents and details, I didn’t need yours, I trusted you, I’ve been best friends with you for a long time, the only time I wasn’t with you, was when my legs and eye and hand were sacrificed, I look over at you from my wheelchair, looking at your expression as you look out the No glass window, i could see you still hated and blamed yourself for that day and my fight with Diavolo. We stay in a half tense- half comfortable silence, only the clicking on the keyboard is heard and the soft breaths from both of us are heard. I sigh softly, deciding to break the silence. ”Are you worried he’s coming back, Mon Ami?” I ask softly. Seeing how tense you were, I haven’t seen you like that since DIO. But I realize I haven’t seen you smile in a while either. ”You don’t have to be so tense all the time-“