The way the brat spoke about him in regards to faith, it... it simply took Diego aback. Pious? HIM? What the hell could the boy possibly be--
"Haha... fuahahahaha!"
All of a sudden, the stoic and murderous demeanor Diego had been giving off seemed to meld into something different. Much of it...
Something still wasn't... sitting quite right. Despite his own trap being set, the inhumanly sharp senses of Diego's warned him of a possible counter already being in the works. And though his posture and composure never once lost their sense of control, that incredibly sharp nose of the...
The overly cautious Englishman seemed to essentially twitch at the sight of the boy's Stand, the brilliant, golden form manifesting itself between them, displaying a humanoid form. If Diego had to guess, the Stand- who he assumed was called Gold Experience- was possibly a power type, having a...
At that moment, it was like time had simply... stopped for Diego. All of his senses were burning, his 6th screaming the loudest with every step that this boy took, his figure absolutely obvious when compared to the vast, rolling American plains he had grown accustomed to during his time in the...
The man felt nothing within his mind that could help as he wandered, riding atop a powerful stallion at a controlled pace, as to converse as much energy as possible until they had a clear idea of where to go. After all, the very last thing that Diego could recall... well, was his own death...
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