[That got him to laugh--quiet, but it was better than nothing. The emerald in his hand continued to give off a faint light, much like his companion's entire body.]

[...She'd called him his friend. Kind of surreal, to hear someone get it that easily without knowing anything about Stands.]

His name is Hierophant. He's...well, it's complicated. Think of him as a reflection of myself, that's the easiest way to explain it.

[While also explaining very little.]