[And neither one of them is named Brando nor Joestar. They carry it with them, of course, but they wear their own names. They stand on their own feet.

...And maybe that's one more thing they'll both be fighting tonight, the enemy they both share and perceive, and will hopefully leave behind on the sand when they're done in some sense, some shape, some form.

Good. Let them carry the legacies of their forefathers in with them, and see what follows them back out again.]

Arrogant but true isn't really all that arrogant.

[And then, with his eyes darting from Giorno to Gold Experience and then back again, watching the way he naturally shifts because they can both taste on the wind that the fight is nearing its ignition with every passing moment: ]

Don't worry too much about fighting yourself. I'll gladly beat the shit out of him for you.

[Posturing. Idle, meaningless, senseless posturing, because it's important to acknowledge that there are fights without grudges and opponents that aren't enemies, and he could've just said it's my honor too, but in the end, he thinks it's probably more apt to do it this way, somehow.]