[It's so . . . strange. Looking at her, he realizes she isn't only the first friend he made on his own, but the first person he's ever been friends with who's a civilian — who has no Stand, no basis for understanding the life he's led or the city he came from, with all of its laws and the sub-laws that undercut them. The life she lived was so different from his that neither of them could even begin to navigate the other if they had been swapped.]

[How did he forget so quickly? He saw her as an ordinary person the first time they met, and then he just forgot, but he isn't sure how. She just became Riley, full stop.]

[His expression is strange, like he's a naturalist coming across a new species of bird for the first time right in his own backyard. A little wistful, maybe. After a moment, though, he smiles.]

Organized crime controls a massive amount of the Italian economy, Riley. It runs my city. There's no ignoring it. You can take part without question, be victimized, or try to change things.

[Just like that. Like it's that simple. Which for him, it was. After all, when he started this journey, he had no idea what the cost would be, because he had nothing to lose.]