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[ He keeps his hand over his heart, though. ]

Then ... what is this? [ He sets his jaw to try to keep his gaze with Caesar. ] What is this pain? You'll one day go back... to what is happening... to that ... and to do so that you'll help out Joestar-san. I understand! [ That's tough. To be alive now when you think that yer dead. ]

But this ... this isn't something you should carry on yer own. It may not shock you. It may not surprise you since you know it's happening, but ya shouldn't hurt this much. Ya shouldn't! That... that isn't something I'd say is right!

There's nothing right about the world we live in.

[And he was really oh so tired. Leaning forward, face in his hands lest it give something away that he didn't want to betray (but what else was there to betray, really), deep breath- and this was the point in which he realized he had slipped into hamon breathing, and a ghost of a smile crossed his lips. Lisa Lisa would be proud of him.]

You should know that, and if you don't then you've been lucky. Really, I felt better than I have in days. I thought I killed Joseph. That I escaped my fate, but in the process of doing so I doomed him. Now I know better-

[And that was the problem of suddenly being free of a weight: your mouth started running and your brain had to frantically catch up.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten you involved with a dead man.

What are you sayin'?!

[ He punches the ground next to him. What is Caesar saying? He doesn't get it! He doesn't get it at all! ]

There are rights in the world! There are things that are and aren't. And I believe in that! And I believe in the heart of justice, too! [ That kid said it back then a year ago -- the heart of justice. Yes, he believes in it. So, he won't let Caesar think that there aren't things that are right, and that he should just have all this. ]

I don't understand, Caesar... this is feeling better? That's... no! Don't apologize! I don't want to hear an apology like that... because right now for me, you are alive! [ And he finishes, voicing his confusion, too. ] So, don't say that I've been lucky. I don't get it when you say things like that, anyway.

I mean that Okuyasu has departed from us. That he will be missed.

Sometimes, I can still hear his voice calling me.

[ bye okuyasu. ]

Oy! Oy!

Don't scare, Orihime-chan like that, Gio!

Heart of...

[That's right. He was dealing with an idiot. A moron, a buffoon. He apparently had adopted a fool. And his hamon breathing was interrupted by the ghost of a laugh, and somehow he thought that Lisa Lisa, too, would approve of this.]

Really...like I keep on saying, you're an idiot.

[His idiot, apparently: he apparently did adopt them. He didn't know if he wanted to laugh one of those hysterical, desperate laughs, or just roll into a corner and cry.] But you're also a good person. And you say I'm alive to you?

[Rhetorical question. Don't answer that.] If you're an idiot that means that you'll need someone to look out for you until you find your own way home. Whenever that is.

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Ya don't have to say it so many times!

[ He swings his fist in the air, like he might punch the words if they were in front of him. Even if the question is rhetorical, he still nods after it. Of course, Caesar is alive to him. Of course, he is. ]

Well, I guess, I will. [ Okuyasu did decide that he'd start making his own decisions. But he doesn't mind the idea of someone looking out for him -- ] Only if that means I can look out for that person, too. That is only fair. Right?

[Tomato, cheese, pasta, some spices... oh!]

That reminds me of food from a city I know, Limsa Lominsa! They incorporate a lot of seafood as they live right on the water, but much of what they cook involves warm, savory flavors just so with just that kiss of elegance! My, my, Okuyasu darling, you must have a refined palate.

Do you cook?

Of course. But...

[...this would be easier if he-...he stood, crossed the distance between them, kneeled down again, and grabbed Okuyasu's hand...the one he used to punch the ground with, earlier. It was easier doing it like this. Caesar always felt more in his element when he was moving, touching, grabbing, punching (especially if it was Joseph), breathing, making grandiose gestures, doing grand things. Taking all of his pent up...everything and releasing it in a sweep of his hand, a movement of his fist, a gush of hamon. In the end he was a romantic.

In this case he held Okuyasu's hand like he was one soldier comforting another on the battlefield.]

I need you to give it back. You can't hold onto it for me.

[ There is a second when he looks like he might protest. He lifts his chin in defiance but he eventually nods without even a full argument. ]

Don't forget. Ya agreed! [ The two of them are going to look after each other and he nods, turning to hold Caesar's hand. He breath in and careful exhale -- it is not too much longer that he returns the pain.

That really hurt, and he feels better even with a different kind of weight on his chest. But well, they agreed so even if they aren't sharing pain... Caesar won't be alone. ]

Yeah, yeah. When I eat Italian food, I feel ... It is so good. It warms everything inside of ya. It has that kind of comforting feeling like the kind you would get spending an entire day out with friends! That kind of feeling but in a bite!

[ Ha-ha! ] Thank you! I am grateful to Tonio for showing me it. Even a hardcore punk like myself can appreciate such food.

And I do. But nothing so fancy!

[Your voice screams 'hardcore punk'. Jeez, she really did find this world's Ronnie, didn't she? At least there was a comfort in that constant.]

Goodness, I bet this Tonio adored you as a guest! There's nothing more a pleasure to a culinarian than a glowing review with such passion. Perhaps I should have you review my cooking sometime...

He was a real good guy! [ Another cheerful laugh. ]

Really? Ya'd actually cook for me? Well, yer just sayin' maybe... but I wouldn't mind. Who would turn down free food? But also a lady with such a nice voice and involved in lots of uh, soft things has to have like a soft flavor to her cooking. I think! So that'd be nice to see!

Something you'll learn of the women of my kind is that we're just as happy to offer a punch to the face in greeting as a meat bun to a new friend or comrade. Sometimes both!

Consider it a xaela handshake.

Ya punch then ya feed 'em, then?

Well. I mean, if that's what churns your butter...

No! My butter, uh, don't churn from being punched. Even by pretty girls!

[A positively delighted laugh. Oh, you're fun.]

Fair enough! Just the food, then. When we find a place that lets me get my hands on some ingredients, I'll feed you as a 'nice to meet you'.

That's really nice! Really nice! I'll be sure to give a good review. No, great review! But is there anything else I can do?

Caesar, but I imagine you figured that out. You sound like this island would be a vacation to you.

[He feels both better and worse with all of it back. Worse because it's a weight, and a weight he was starting - just starting - to get used to having gone. Better because it was something he was used to, and at least now he could safely shut away certain things that were starting to uncoil and emerge from their hiding places.]

I remember my debts. I agreed, I won't forget. [And so, they're going to get up- Okuyasu leaning on him if he could hobble, and if not then they...it looks like the piggyback ride.] Besides, I'll need you to do me a favor later.

[ He is, at least, able to hobble next to him. It really does feel better to only have the pain of rolling down a hill bugging him -- it actually doesn't even feel that bad in comparison to the weight that he took from Caesar. ]

Huh? Ya need me to do a favor?

Of course. You said you know Jojo? Joseph. [...] Joseph Joestar. When you get back, I want you to tell him something for me. [Because it's a when and not an if.

...if it was Caesar that was doing the delivery he'd probably have a different message: if Joseph were to pop up, he'd probably have a completely different delivery entirely. (If Joseph were to pop up right that second, it would probably involve a fist.) But...] 'Thank you.' I want you to tell him that.

[When you were asking someone else to pass along a message, there really was only one choice.]

Mister Joestar, yeah. [ A small nod.

He turns his head maybe too fast at Caesar's favor to look at him, since he was looking ahead so that he would trip over his own feet again. His eyes widen as he waits for the message that he's supposed to give. ] "Thank you?" That's it?

[ All the pain in his heart and he just wants to say, 'Thank you?' Turning his head again, he looks away from Caesar as he breathes suspiciously in fast a few times. ] Mm. I'll remember to tell him that. I will, Caesar.

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