He liked to think that he learned from his mistakes. Just like he had learned patience and self awareness from his years slumbering under the ocean, he had learned the value of anonymity from his last major defeat. And it wounded his pride to admit such a thing as a defeat, but there was no other word for it. He had to retreat that night in Cairo, not that the Joestars realized that. They thought him dead, and it was better that way. They thought they had been too late to save their beloved Holly, when in actuality she had perished because he had survived. It was a small price to pay, he thought.
But as careful as he had been this past decade, he still held a slight grudge. Which is why he was currently standing on top of an electric pole in the middle of the night, staring down at the one person walking home this late at night. It was this person that had ruined his plans so greatly. It was he that figured out his Stand’s abilities, it was he that informed Joseph Joestar, who in turn informed Jotaro Kujo... He had a lot to say to Kakyoin Noriaki, but it could wait for now.