[Jotaro is, as usual, remarkably perceptive, not only in his dissection of the situation but in his estimation of Giorno. It's true: Giorno wouldn't let the memory of Diavolo and King Crimson disappear, not only because his revenge is immensely satisfying to him, but because it serves as a warning of what could happen if he doesn't take care of his people properly, or if he uses his Stand unwisely.]

[Giorno's expression doesn't waver; nor does his gaze. But he does nod, just slightly, to acknowledge the predicament presented here, that Jotaro isn't (or at least isn't completely) withdrawing in an effort to isolate himself.]

I think it's a little different for you and for me. I have a certain responsibility to carry this alone. There are certain burdens that someone in my position has to carry alone, no matter how much they hurt or how beneficial it might be to speak of them. It would be . . . [He considers his wording.] Showing throat, in certain contexts. So I don't.

[Although he does have Mista and Trish, back home, who understand, even if wordlessly. That isn't the point, though, not now. The point is Jotaro, who sits in front of him twisting a napkin as though he might like to strangle it.]

[He smiles slightly, a little wistfully. Has he suffered? Yes, he has. But he can shoulder plenty of burdens. Has, does, will continue to. It's his job. This is what he's always wanted.]

I know we don't know each other very well yet, Jotaro. But I want to remind you that I'm stronger than I look.

[There's an offer under there somewhere.]