"...so," you eventually manage to ask, "was that really Joseph Joestar?"
The delinquent grunts, before deigning to answer. "Yeah."
"...and the stories about fifty years ago, are they true?"
He shrugs. "Hell if I know. Probably."
The girl suddenly speaks up, her expression bland. "The old guy's scary as shit, and I don't know him very well... but I'm pretty sure that he'll more than happy to play nice. ...for as long as you are, at any rate."
"I-I see," you mutter. So, as long as you don't make any trouble, you're probably going to get out of this unharmed. ...but then, Her Ladyship disowned you, so why even bother? What's even the point of continuing to live? Even without your magical rod, you can still sprout wings out of your back and use them as weapons, so the best thing for you to do right now is to -
"Hey," Tsukune asks, "what's wrong? ...no, wait, that's probably a stupid question. Um... is there any way I can help?"
His question surprises you. "...what?"
Tsukune looks a little away from you, scratching the back of his head in mild embarassment. "Well, it's just... you look really depressed, so I just thought... if you wanted to talk about it, I could try and listen. I mean, I know it isn't much, but..."
You look Tsukune in the eyes. And no matter how desperately you search those big, brown eyes of his, you can't find any hints or indications of deception. There isn't anything in there except for an honest desire to try and make things better, if he can.
[]Your entire world is turning upside-down. Talking about it could help to put things into a more readily-understood perspective. ...it can't possibly make the situation worse, can it?
[]No... no, he's a human! Your mortal enemy! You have to hold on to your hatred, it's the only thing you have left!