"I've been infected,"he gasped, pointing to the horns on his own head.
Josephâs eyes widened. He didnât know what was going on, but he called out Hermit Purple. Jonah looked vaguely like a Pillar Man. Oh god. This was bad. But it wasnât the weirdest shit Joseph had ever seen. Honestly? Itâd been too long since the weird shit that followed the Joestar bloodline around had been in Josephâs life. Heâd been craving the adrenaline rush of a quest. Didnât know why, but heâd definitely been wanting to do that lately. âInfected? Okay.â Â
He took a few breaths, closing his eyes before humming. Not trying to summon his hamon. Not with Jonah. Not when Jonah was his family. How could he kill his uncle?
âIf this becomes a problem, weâll deal with it. Weâre Joestars. Well, Iâm a Joestar, and youâre a Brando, but that doesnât matter. Youâre my uncle, and Iâm gonna kick whoever tries fucking with youâs ass. Got it?â















