[AT least he was alive. That was a miracle right then and there; Dio had let Trip live. But then again, of course he had. He had no qualms about murder, but he also didn't do it needlessly. A boy terrified of him was worth far more alive than dead.

Polnareff exhales slowly, his hand rubbing at his mouth. Trip looks terrified, and yet here he is, telling Polnareff anyway. That's worth something.]

He's the reason I don't show my face on the network.

[He offers that quietly. It isn't something so intimate or personal as his real name-- although if Trip goes and tells Dio of a man with a Stand named Chariot, he'll certainly know who's here. But that's all right. He can't stay hidden forever.]

He's dangerous. But you've realized that by now, haven't you? He killed most of my friends. He nearly killed me. You were lucky to escape--

[--him, but Polnareff cuts himself off. Pauses a moment, then beckons Trip forward.]

Come here.