[His expression soften, but his gaze still remained sharp.Ā The redhead could see that the other genuinely meant no harm with his comment.]
ā¦Iāll take your word for it then.
Do you really want me to tell you what kind of person i take you for?Ā Also, before I forget, you donāt have to state the obvious.
[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet.Ā Two fingers reach into the walletās compartment and pulls out a small paper.Ā He presents it to the amnesiac.Ā It was a photo taken in Egypt with Joseph, Jotaro, Abdul, Iggy, himself, and Polnareff. ]
Letās try a different method.Ā Do you remember them?Ā Ā
...You say that like you think poorly of me... Do you?
[He took the photo and stared at it intently. For a long time he was silent, eyes darting back and forth between the faces on it.]
This... this is a photo of us?Ā
[He continued to stare at the photo, wishing it could talk, could tell him everything he couldnāt remember.]
Jotaro... Abdul, Iggy, Monsieur Joestar...
[Everything rushed back. It hit him like lightning; memories, conversations, emotions, confrontations. He finally looked up at his roommate, eyes brimming with tears; happy, loving, earnest tears.]