"Not having to run toward the same spot I was supposed to die in would have been pretty nice I guess..." Is an unrestrained mutter, barely audible to human ears but certainly easy enough to catch for any vampire.

Dio's continued thoughts are...odd, however. Tilting his head the boy narrows his eyes. "You think...Fate itself did that to Pucci?" He can't really speak for what Pucci would have been like before- it seems like a strange way to think about it.

But it was also uncanny, how he'd simply...careened for the same spot. Constantly. Over, and over, and...

He shakes his head, considering the last of Dio's words with a grimace. "...I..." Well.

"I don't know if that does make it better... ...Everyone was dead, after all. ...He didn't even let them exist in his new world. The world that would happen after that, if it happened...I don't even think it could. ...I think... ...I think I broke it."

...Hm.

"...Is... ...The way you talk about all of this... ...Do you want to go back?" He finds himself wondering if the answer might not be...'no'.

"...I know I don't, anymore..."