[Jotaro's face crumples a little, briefly, at the mention of burying friends. He still hasn't figured out what to do with his own losses, and he can't begin to imagine the sheer, concentrated fuckery Giorno experienced before arriving here--doesn't even have a clue as to its magnitude--but he can respect the evidence that the boy in front of him isn't a heartless monster like Dio was. His hands unclench at last, and Jotaro slips one into a pants pocket like someone might holster a gun.]

I understand. I won't give you any more trouble. [He turns to leave, to give Giorno time to deal with the truth, but decides to say one more thing first.] I probably don't know the things you want to hear, but if you ever do want to hear about him, or if you need a hand with something, I'm staying in Bluo.