It's one of the ways he's not so different from me, I think. I only tell the truth to people who are close to me. The difference is that he isn't close to anyone.

[Yet. Yet. He couldn't think of Dio's fate as irrevocable; if he did, he'd go insane.]

[Not right now, though. Right now Kakyoin was here, so he'd be fine. He squeezed Hierophant again, content despite the subject at hand. Content, safe, secure. This was the only way to have conversations like this, he thought - with constant reassurance, one way or another, that everything would be all right.]

I think that's a good way of putting it. Allowing him to direct the conversation to some extent would be helpful. But, Kakyoin, pushing yourself wouldn't. I know you like to get things right, but you have to be careful for your own sake, too.