[No one's ready. Not really. And that's the truest thing he's ever heard, because - Bruno and Abbacchio gave their lives willingly, but no one is ever really ready to die. They have things still to do. Everyone does.]

[So . . . he listens, his brows drawn tight, and as he listens he calms down, and he's able to focus on her. It occurs to him as he does so that they've spent so much time talked about his problems that most of these names are new to him. Still, somehow it doesn't make him feel guilty. He feels to some extent as though Izabel's done this on purpose, steered things so that the focus has been on him, on Jotaro, on Bruno, and so on; he doesn't feel guilty, then, because he feels manipulated, and a little bit proud.]

[He made a braid for her, just like his. Sometime he'll trick her into holding still long enough to give her donuts.]

Remember him, please. He deserves to be remembered. He deserved to live to adulthood and find someone to love and get old. Like everyone deserves.

[He pauses.]

Like most people deserve.

And I'll remember Barr and Heist. And I couldn't forget you if I tried, of course.