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logA year later, Jotaro visited the modest memorial slab erected for the squads who had been involved in Operation DIO. The list was written by squad, and he tucked his chin in to read the names located near the bottom half of the slab. He slid his hands into his pant pockets.
“It’s been a while. Sorry for not visiting until now, but things were busy back at the base. Even with DIO gone, his fragments are still littering the earth with numerous hives.” Jotaro withdrew a pack and inserted a cigarette between his lips before fishing for a lighter. “Well, that’s just an excuse in the end.”
He inhaled, then withdrew the lit cigarette and exhaled deeply. Smoke gently billowed out through his lips, coloring the morning sky.
“Mom’s doing well. She can’t come here due to military restriction, but she always talks about you guys - especially you, old man.” Jotaro blew out another puff of smoke. “She still cries sometimes, when she doesn’t think anyone is looking. It’s your fault for leaving her behind.”
For the rest of the cigarette’s lifespan, Jotaro stood before the memorial slab in silence. Once he took the last possible drag, he stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray he’d brought for the occasion. Then he reached into his other pocket and knelt down.
The few rare flowers left before the slab had withered by now. He placed a single flower on top of the bunch and straightened.
“Here. This is as cultured as I’ll ever be, old man.”
Something stung his eyes, and his vision blurred. He blinked away the offending tears before they could form. Out of an undying habit, he reached for the hat that had been absent for over a year and sighed.
“And this is the last time you’ll ever see me so uncultured.”
Turning around, Jotaro regarded the new recruits standing attentively before him. Their collective gazes snapped from the memorial slab to their recently appointed commander.
“Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu. We’re done here. Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Where’s Rohan?”
“He rolled his eyes and left shortly after we got here . . . “
“It’s been a while. Sorry for not visiting until now, but things were busy back at the base. Even with DIO gone, his fragments are still littering the earth with numerous hives.” Jotaro withdrew a pack and inserted a cigarette between his lips before fishing for a lighter. “Well, that’s just an excuse in the end.”
He inhaled, then withdrew the lit cigarette and exhaled deeply. Smoke gently billowed out through his lips, coloring the morning sky.
“Mom’s doing well. She can’t come here due to military restriction, but she always talks about you guys - especially you, old man.” Jotaro blew out another puff of smoke. “She still cries sometimes, when she doesn’t think anyone is looking. It’s your fault for leaving her behind.”
For the rest of the cigarette’s lifespan, Jotaro stood before the memorial slab in silence. Once he took the last possible drag, he stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray he’d brought for the occasion. Then he reached into his other pocket and knelt down.
The few rare flowers left before the slab had withered by now. He placed a single flower on top of the bunch and straightened.
“Here. This is as cultured as I’ll ever be, old man.”
Something stung his eyes, and his vision blurred. He blinked away the offending tears before they could form. Out of an undying habit, he reached for the hat that had been absent for over a year and sighed.
“And this is the last time you’ll ever see me so uncultured.”
Turning around, Jotaro regarded the new recruits standing attentively before him. Their collective gazes snapped from the memorial slab to their recently appointed commander.
“Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu. We’re done here. Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Where’s Rohan?”
“He rolled his eyes and left shortly after we got here . . . “