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“That could be likely. My great grandfather was killed by a minion of DIO’s years after he was beaten the first time. So it’s entirely possible for a minion to come back for revenge. But I promise you, that we are gonna find this asshole, and then do what we do best.”

Star Platinum appeared, and began cracking its knuckles. Nobody messes with Jotaro’s friends.

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Kakyoin smiled in relief when he saw Star cracking its knuckles. He knew Jotaro cared, and when he cared about someone, he was adamant about revenge for that person if they were hurt. And if his parents weren’t here, they might actually still be alive. He’d have to hope for the best but expect the worst, especially when dealing with DIO’s minions.

“Alright. I’m going to try to stay positive. Perhaps Joestar-San can use Hermit Purple to take a picture and see if they’re still alive.” He looked up at the house and wondered if any of the photos were still in tact. Staying where he was, he brought out Hierophant Green and made it take a respirator before heading back in. The flames died down, thanks to the efforts of the firefighters.

Looking around, it picked up a few charred and broken picture frames before going into one of the less damaged rooms, his father’s study, and found an undamaged and rather recent photo of himself and his parents when they went to Egypt on their vacation, before DIO met him. The Stand brought out the photo and handed it to the redhead, bubbling sadly.

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Jotaro sighed, “Yare yare. This bastard is the lowest of scum. Let’s go get the old geezer and find this asshole. Then we will break his face.”

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