The inside of his heart and mind is like a bad comedy for a moment, a much older version of him looking at the child he'd been at five or six and saying 'see I told you', as the child's dream of being swept away from his life by a father he'd never met shattered. He had given up that dream long ago though so the sting of pain from seeing the last shred of it destroyed doesn't seem to last.

"My mother... only ever spoke of him as stunning man." He admits, looking over the photo again before closing his wallet and slipping it back into his pocket. "I never knew him, myself." He adds, to create more distance, not wanting this potential family to judge him for Dio Brando. "I am not sure how he stole anyone's body, but there are a lot of things about this part of the world I guess I'm unaware of."

The idea of a bat with a person's spirit brings a memory back from the depths of his mind, but he pushes it aside, figuring there was no way fate would play that much of a cosmic joke on his life. "You know this man spirited bat?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. It was very tempting to take the chance, to learn more, maybe have something he'd dreamed of, though he was trying hard to keep that dream silent. Likely they would not accept him, not with what he'd just heard, and he would be left alone. He needed to not get attached to the dream of a family... he had another dream to chase after all.