The Crusaders. You remembered them. The faces. The voices. The way they moved. The way they spoke to you like you belonged. You remembered the way they used to say your name. Like it meant something. Like you were one of them. You remembered the journey. The dust. The trains. The fights. The quiet moments between. You remembered laughing once. Maybe twice. You remembered being tired a lot. Always on edge. Always looking over your shoulder. Always moving forward.

Then the day came. The one that split everything in half.

The day you were captured by Dio.

You don’t remember how it started. Maybe a noise. Maybe a shadow. You remember being alone. They weren’t there. You remember cold. You remember eyes that didn’t blink. You remember a voice that didn’t raise. Words that wrapped around your thoughts and pressed down until you didn’t have any left of your own.

Time passed. You don’t remember how much. The world kept moving but you didn’t. You stood still while everything shifted around you. Eventually, you forgot what it felt like to be with them. You stopped remembering how your name sounded in their mouths. You stopped thinking about the past. There was only silence. Orders. Stillness. Waiting.

Now, they find you.

Not all at once. First a shape in the distance. Then footsteps. Then voices again. Familiar but far away. Then their faces. They look different. Older. Worn down. But it’s them. They see you. They say your name. They say it like they’ve been saying it every day since you vanished. Like it still belongs to you.

You don’t say anything.

You don’t move.

You just look at them.

They think it’s shock. They think it’s confusion. They think you’re about to cry. Or run to them. Or say something. Anything.

But you don’t.

Because you’re not their comrade anymore.

You were never coming back to them.

Not alive.

Not whole.

You were sent to stop them.

You were sent to kill them.

And that’s all you are now.

Jotaro, Polnareff,Joseph,Kakyoin,Avdol.. were distant names to you.