[Nobody else has made this offer, and it shocks Caesar visibly; his eyes widen a bit, and he takes a half-step back. It takes a huge amount of restraint not to ask how do you know?, to keep his doubts to himself. Maybe it's a coping mechanism, although Jotaro doesn't seem like the type.]

[Maybe it's true. That's almost frightening, the thought of messages passing from the afterlife back to the living world. He thinks fleetingly of his father, how it might have changed him to hear something, anything after his death.]

[He owes them, doesn't he?]

[Slowly, he nods, his brows drawing together in a stubborn line. If he had to pick one person . . .]

I can't imagine how you'd get it to him, but. I have a message. For Joseph Joestar.

[And there are a thousand things he could think of to say, all running through his head at once. He thinks I'm sorry for a moment, then quashes it. It's too little, too late, and anyway, Joseph owes him an apology, too.]

I think just . . . thank you, and good luck. [The flicker of a mirthless smile.] Don't die.