[His attention remains focused, taking in every piece of his expression that he can. He expected anger, something of that sort, not... shock. And he blinks slowly in actual surprise at his tone. This isn't what he had expected with how Dio spoke, with how he had wanted to be rid of that family line.

It's... weird.

This man seems earnest in his emotions and in fact it's a hope and kindness? that he didn't expect from the stories. Even more when it switches to grief.]

It happened not long after I had left him to return to my studies when I was little more than a teenager. [His voice is quieter, almost softer.] It was something of a... coincidence, fate in a way. He had found himself in an ossuary in order to avoid the sun. Eventually we ended up talking and he was... a very interesting and knowledgeable person. [He goes quiet for the longest time during that, focus slipping to the kettle.]

Quite a bit happened after that, though I ended up going to visit him not long before he was killed. We spoke quite a bit about philosophy and the like and I cannot say I have ever met someone like him again. [A little gay there, Pucci. And a little vague.]