[It sounds a little accusatory, although Caesar's fairly sure it isn't meant to be. This is an impossible situation, laced with pain, and even if Jotaro wasn't obviously a blunt person to start with, the fact that he's being waylaid while trying to find his friends (his dead friends; why so many of them?) is enough to make anybody curt.]

[Still, it makes Caesar pause. Is he intruding? Maybe he should just - recede into the crowd in the next car, let this boy find the people he's looking for and then get back to his life. Maybe by the time Jotaro wakes up, he'll have forgotten this entirely, and maybe that's for the best.]

[But Joseph's grandson (grandson) is asking him a question. He doesn't think he has it in him not to answer.]

My name is Caesar. Caesar Zeppeli. He was my friend. It must have been . . . a long time ago.

[Such a long time. Fifty years - long enough to have children, for those children to have children, for those children to grow and change and develop a sense of duty. To inherit, quite obviously, the legacy of the Joestar family, to walk through the bodies of friends and family to defeat some great, unspeakable evil. Caesar was part of that legacy, although he didn't mean to be, not at first. He had wanted to be separate, to divide himself and his family from the Joestars altogether.]

[Now all he wants is to tell Joseph how proud he is of him, how good it is, what he's done with his life, to scream at him for letting himself die when he's got family left behind that needs him (hypocritical; he knows, he knows).]

[Jotaro asks that second question, and Caesar just shakes his head.]

It's a long story. I don't think you have the time.