[ He listens, despite the fact that Jotaro has not given proper confirmation that if he encounters a horse in the water he will not try to ride it. ]

Oh. That was a metaphor. [ And he lets go of his spoon for a moment. He could fuss at the food to pretend that that's the reason for the long silence but- at this point, there's no deception in it. ] Yeah.

It's fucked up. Things are so much easier here. I always know I'm going to be able to eat. Him and you are the only people who've ever even heard my name, as far as I know. Weird shit happens, but everyone ends up more or less safe. Can't even fucking die for real. Everything should be- you know. Better.

And it's not. Half the time it feels harder. Nothing but time to think.