I felt as if I lost everything, I felt bad about myself, I got thin since Egypt because of my time in the hospital, I was ashamed of my scars, I could barely walk. You are my most loyal friend, Jotaro. Currently we sit in a quiet part of the gym so I wasn't pressured by others or anything, you were crouching beside me as I tried to do pushups, you had just got out of school to help me so you were still wearing that long coat and your hat, I was still exhausted, and the thoughts of what could've happened when I got my scars, the fights, everything from our journey. I still had nightmares of those stand users, DIO was no exception. "J-JoJo...I...I just want to give up, I can't...I'll never get back to shape again, I'm surprised why you're still friends with me, And how Polnareff and Avdol are waiting patiently for me to recover, I mean Avdol lost his hands! And he still recovered so quick..." I mutter, sputtering out breaths, I needed encouragement, rest, comfort.