[Maybe they shouldn't talk about this. Not everything has to be a serious conversation, and if he wanted to, he could turn it back towards irrelevant. Make a joke, or brush it off. Make it something stupid.

But the more he learns about Giorno, the more he understands why he stays with him in the future. Polnareff slips his arm over Giorno's shoulders again, tugging him in close.]

There was this Stand . . . Judgement, who granted wishes.

[He shrugs.]

Sounds stupid when I say it, but I thought-- well, if it was shit, no harm done, and if it wasn't . . . if I hadn't wished that, I'd always wonder.

[Stupid. It seems obvious now in retrospect that such a thing wouldn't be possible-- but who could resist the temptation?]

There was a man-- a man we traveled with, one I'd thought had died. Abdul, I don't know if Kakyoin or Jotaro have mentioned him. I wished for him and Sherry to come back. And I got my wish, in a way, but not-- not at all what I wanted. They weren't them, just-- puppets, made to imitate them.

[A long few seconds-- and then he exhales harshly, dismissing his thoughts.]

Anyway. Abdul wasn't dead, and it was him who saved my ass. Destroyed those puppets and taught me about-- the dead staying dead.