[A drawing? Or a photograph? No, wait, on closer inspection, those lines, as startlingly accurate as they are, have been created in pencil rather than in any dark room. But it's the subject that really makes him pause.
His father. Joseph Joestar. Looking younger than the person he knew at home but considerably older than the one he knew here. Irregardless of age, he has that undeniably warmth and those bright, playful eyes. Is this the man his mother knew? More importantly, is that...?]
... is that my sister? Holly? [It comes out a little thicker than he thought it might. For a moment, he seems genuinely lost for words, brow knitting together with a mixture of emotion and pensiveness as he tries to bring together the mess of words in his head.] ... Jotaro, I...
how dare you
His father. Joseph Joestar. Looking younger than the person he knew at home but considerably older than the one he knew here. Irregardless of age, he has that undeniably warmth and those bright, playful eyes. Is this the man his mother knew? More importantly, is that...?]
... is that my sister? Holly? [It comes out a little thicker than he thought it might. For a moment, he seems genuinely lost for words, brow knitting together with a mixture of emotion and pensiveness as he tries to bring together the mess of words in his head.] ... Jotaro, I...