[He knows who Erina Joestar is. Of course he does. The thought of meeting her makes Caesar uncomfortable, if only because he hated the Joestars for so long out of principle. He wonders if she'd be able to sense it. He wonders if she really wouldn't like him, or if Joseph's just saying that to get under his skin.]
[It'll never happen, of course. Not without some real magic. He's alive here, but he doesn't believe he's alive back home, or that even if they could go back, that there would be a place for him there. It's a strange thing to try to reconcile, the thought of being alive but not alive; but he believes Atroma brought him back for their purposes, not his own happiness. It's the only thing that makes sense.]
[So he will never meet Erina, he thinks, and he'll never figure out whether they would get along or not, and the strange nervous lump in his throat at the prospect will never be resolved.]
[He can see the moment Joseph retreats into his thoughts. For a moment he lets him stay there. Then he reaches out and rests his fingertips against Joseph's wrist again, watching him carefully.]
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[It'll never happen, of course. Not without some real magic. He's alive here, but he doesn't believe he's alive back home, or that even if they could go back, that there would be a place for him there. It's a strange thing to try to reconcile, the thought of being alive but not alive; but he believes Atroma brought him back for their purposes, not his own happiness. It's the only thing that makes sense.]
[So he will never meet Erina, he thinks, and he'll never figure out whether they would get along or not, and the strange nervous lump in his throat at the prospect will never be resolved.]
[He can see the moment Joseph retreats into his thoughts. For a moment he lets him stay there. Then he reaches out and rests his fingertips against Joseph's wrist again, watching him carefully.]
Jojo.