#//apologies for any errors I am but a vessel for Mr Bailey's Irish Cream rn

[civillwars]

Hmm...

(He'd be the first to admit it, the personal stuff between Diego and Johnny is a little less amusing.

Well, less amusing is the wrong word. It's always fun to learn the petty grievances everyone has towards each other, but it's much less...

Relevant.)

Fate, huh...

Did ya stop working for the Joestar patriarch after Nicholas died? I highly doubt that man would ever have wanted Johnny to touch a horse again.

(He's probably pushing the envelope now. Civil War can work with next to no information because it draws directly from the mind at the moment.

But this is juicy. You can't be too prepared, and all.)

If anything, there's some credit to Johnny's name; whether it's a dead brother or paralysis, he really used that to push forward, huh. Leaving stuff behind, to move forward, and all.

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(There’s a low chuckle as Axl hears Diego speak, although whether it’s at the “not low enough” slight or the revelation of Joestar’s dead brother.

He takes a pause, so he’s breaking the next part of his conversation away from the laugh.

It would be in bad taste.)

It sounds awful. Quite tragic. Remarkable that he threw himself further into horse racing despite such trauma, huh?

I suppose that’s the price, I guess. Would he be this… talented without that death in the family?

Guess he left something behind to move forward, but that something happened to be a someone…

(That’s more a mutter to himself.)

You said you knew… Nicholas Joestar? That must’ve been rough, to see that at a young age, much less know him…

(Maybe he betrays a little too much about the knowledge Civil War lets him privy to at this point, or maybe he’s prodding too much out of pure ignorance.)

(Diego just shrugs at that, a low hum at Axl’s questions. He does briefly wonder why Axl is so interested, but he still reasons that Johnny is a common enemy… So he continues.)

The Joestar’s have always worked with horses. Mr. Joestar- his father was a horse breeder.

(… Can’t shake the habit of calling him by his title, no matter how long ago it was–)

I suppose it would only make sense, just to keep the family name going… I am surprised he decided to return at all, considering his back injury.

I remembered him being a good jockey, when we were younger– just not as good as me.

(There’s a nudge towards their rivalry. If Diego were competing, he’d always best Johnny– always. Even if Diego had the severe disadvantage, fighting his way out of poverty in order to get where he was, he still came out on top… He supposed that’s why Johnny was so bitter.

There’s a brief smug smile at the thought. But it disappears before he carries on.)

… It wasn’t nice, no.

(He does shudder a little upon recollection of it, but he plays it off by tugging his coat closer to him.)

But it couldn’t be helped. I’m… Pretty sure he was dead as soon as he hit the ground, anyway, even if any of us could have gotten to him.

It must have just been fate, or something.