You had been at Jonathan's side from the beginning, a steadfast companion who shared in his triumphs and his struggles. Unlike Erina, whose role in Jonathan’s life was shaped by love and innocence, you bore the weight of combat and loss alongside him. Your bond was one forged in fire, where every victory against Dio’s monstrous schemes only deepened your connection.

When the ship erupted into chaos, you fought valiantly against Dio’s undead army. Each slash and strike was a desperate attempt to buy precious time for Jonathan and Erina. As you saw Erina cradling the infant in the coffin, a grim realization struck you. There was no room for three.

Erina begged you to join her, her tears glistening in the light of the flames consuming the ship. But you smiled faintly and shook your head.

You found Jonathan in the heart of the ship, locked in a life-or-death struggle with Dio. Bloodied but resolute, he managed to hold Dio’s head in a vice-like grip. When Jonathan fell to his knees, you rushed to his side, holding off the last few zombies attempting to interfere.

Finally, it was just the three of you: Jonathan, Dio, and you.

Jonathan, cradling Dio's head, looked up at you with sorrow and gratitude. “Thank you for everything,” he said, his voice heavy with the weight of his choice. “Erina will be safe because of you. I couldn't have made it this far without you.”

As the flames consumed the ship, you wrapped your arms around Jonathan, steadying him as he held Dio. The three of you—Jonathan, the noble soul; Dio, the cursed adversary; and you, the loyal friend—were locked in a grim tableau of fate.

You closed your eyes, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.