(Y/n) was sat between Giorno and Mista on the couch as Joseph, Jotaro and Josuke sat on the opposite couch. Josuke was looking at the expensive decor in the mansion as Jotaro was giving Giorno a harsh stare-down. Joseph had a content smile on his elderly face as he held his cane. The story of the Joestar family had been told to the blond teen who was thinking over the information that had been given to him. "That is why I wanted Koichi to investigate you.," Jotaro spoke, "Because that bastard has made misery for many over one hundred years." "That is understandable, mister Cujoh.," Giorno spoke. "Jotaro. He is more like Jonathan than Dio. He does have some aspects of Dio, but his heart is more aligned with Jonathan's.," the little pillar girl spoke.
Joseph and Jotaro looked to the little girl. Jotaro's eyes were harsh as he looked at her. "Are you saying this as his aunt or in a professional capacity?," the Japanese man asked. "Why not both?," (y/n) responded. A tense air was felt between all of them. Each was ready to pull out their stand if there was a fight to break out. (Y/n) was actively trying to keep her stand inside of her as he would be a danger to the others. "Jotaro-san, she would know better than anyone else. She loved them and knew them for pretty much most of their lives.," Josuke spoke up. The ocean green eyed man leaned back. The elderly Joseph looked around the room, "This place reminds me of some places I've been to in my youth." The elderly man's musings made the tiny pillar remember when he was younger. A small smile came onto her small face.

Mista has listened to the entire story. The dark eyed gunman was having a hard time wrapping his head around everything he heard. It was hard enough understanding that the little girl was a hybrid of human and pillar man. But learning about the rest of the story, the vampires and other information, was a little bit intimidating. The gunman sighed a bit of relief after hearing the doorbell, "I'll go get that. It is either Abbacchio or Narancia." Mista left the family alone and left the door open after hearing a voice talk to him after he opened the door. (Y/n) heard the voice and looked behind her, "Polpol, sorry I did not get you. You looked like you needed that nap." Jotaro sat forward as he heard the response. "It's okay. Was a bit of a pain walking all the way here.," The voice of Polnareff responded. "Polnareff?," Jotaro asked, "Where are you?" "Right here, Jotaro.," the Frenchman's voice answered as a pond turtle walked around the couch, "You're bigger than I remember."
Josuke jumped a little after seeing the reptile crawl closer to him, "It's talking!" "It's rude to call me an 'it.' I have a name, it is Jean Pierre Polnareff.," The Frenchman in the turtle spoke as he settled in front of the Joestars, "It's nice to see you again, Jotaro, mister Joestar." "Polnareff? Why are you in a turtle?," Joseph asked as he watched the turtle be picked up by the small pillar child. "Long story, mister Joestar.," Polnareff replied as he settled down on the child's lap, "But the simple answer is that it is a permanent effect of a stand." Josuke still had an uncomfortable look on his face, his fear of reptiles was still strong.

"What stand caused this?," Jotaro asked his old friend. "My own. Silver chariot was pierced by the stand arrow and evolved into a stronger version. Silver chariot requiem.," the turtle explained. The little girl who held the turtle nodded. Her eyes seemed to be somewhere else as Polnareff talked about the arrow's power to Jotaro. Joseph looked content to listen to Jotaro and Polnareff. Josuke started talking to Giorno politely, asking his newfound family member questions. The child's mind remembered the golden glow of heaven opening up, the faces of all she knew looking down at her and her friends. And some faces she did not know but looked familiar. Those faces looked like hers and her father's, like her mother's. Like Wamuu, like Santana, like Esidisi. The only thing she could think of, was they were family. Family that she had not met and would probably never meet. Family that her ghost warriors never met after the massacre many thousands of years ago.
She felt a hand on her head and looked up to see the tired face of Abbacchio looking down at her and Giorno, "What are these people doing here, Giovanna?" "They are family, Abbacchio.," Giorno replied and looked back at the grumpy former police officer. The red eyes of the small child looked up to the violet and yellow eyes of the man looking down at her, "Leone, this is Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Cujoh and Josuke Higashikata." Abbacchio gave a curt nod to the three and lifted his hand from (y/n)'s hair, "I'll find somewhere to rest and leave you to talk." The whitish haired man left. 'Guess Caesar made him train.,' the tiny pillar thought to herself, 'Should get papa to Air supplina Island to visit him. It's kind of weird that Caesar doesn't seem to be aging, hamon does slow the aging process down... but not this much...'

"(Y/n), are you doing better with Avalon? He's not giving you much trouble, is he?," Josuke asked, pulling her from her thoughts. "We reached an agreement. He can come out when it is peaceful and no humans are around or in dire need.," (y/n) replied, "But he can come out in other times if we both agree it necessary or to talk. Would you like to see him now?" "No, it's fine. I was wondering about it after you left Japan. You were having a lot of trouble trying to control him since he fully manifested for the first time.," the pompadour wearing teen explained, "I'm glad you two reached an agreement." "Speaking of stands, we don't know what yours is, Giorno. I know what it previously was from Koichi.," Jotaro spoke, "But as a requiem, we have no clue what it can do." "To be honest, I'm not sure what exactly it can do. I know it helped me defeat the previous boss and made him disappear, but that is it.," the golden haired teen spoke as he looked at his guests. His facial expression told them he was processing everything still.
Giorno leaned forward and laced his fingers together in front of his face, contemplating everything he heard. Everything he now knew about his family. "This family we're in. It has had a terrible history.," the blond spoke. (Y/n) leaned on her nephew, "It has." "But we have succeeded and became better through those hardships.," Jotaro spoke, "Sometimes making friends, family, along the way." Polnareff looked up to the little girl holding him then back to Jotaro. 'More family to love and watch die.,' (y/n) thought to herself. She used her little finger to rub Polnareff's little head. Polnareff's little turtle eyes closed and enjoyed the attention he was getting.

The girl watched as the descendants of her brother talked. She did not know what to say, what to do. So, she did what she could best think of for guests. "Excuse me, would you like anything to drink?," she asked with a smile to her family., "Mama and I can make you something if you want anything." "How about bringing us some coffee?," Giorno spoke, "Will that be okay?" "That would be fine.," Jotaro answered, "Gramps does not mind." (Y/n) placed Polnareff down and walked out of the room. She closed the door behind her and slumped to the floor. Thoughts of the people she lost still swirled in her head, the family she lost. The mask of a smile she showed to her family was gone. Gone like many people she loved was.
The little girl picked herself up and wandered to the expansive kitchen and climbed around on the cabinets to find the coffee. She found it and the coffee press. "Now how did Papa Bruno do this again?," she asked herself before pouring the coffee into the press. "What are you doing on the counter? That is unsanitary.," the pillar child heard the voice of Mista scold her and she was taken off of the counter. He saw the objects she had taken out and chuckled at the full coffee beans in the press, "You skipped a few steps." "I did not know.," the child replied and was set on the ground. "I don't blame you for that. But I do have a bit of an issue with you not washing your hands. I did not hear any water running when I walked by. Wash your hands." Mista walked to the sink and nudged a large pot near it for (y/n) to stand on and wash her hands.

Mista stood next to her as she washed her hands. "I have been meaning to ask you. What did you mean when you said that before?," the gunman inquired and saw ruby eyes look up at his dark colored eyes, "Once more won't hurt. What did you mean?" "I guess I said it aloud.," the little girl replied as she rinsed soap from her hands. "Does it have something to do with your family situation?," Mista inquired. "Not just family. It is my curse in general. I'm going to outlive you. I'll outlive your kids if you choose to have any. I'll outlive their kids and so on. The last person I could have had a stable and long lasting relationship with is gone.," (y/n) answered, "Santana was killed. He is here as a ghost, but is not the same. When the time comes for them move on, I'll lose them again." The child turned off the water and dried her hands.
"And here I thought long life would be fun.," Mista sighed. "It's a curse. Over and over I'll have to lose people. I'll have to suffer. It's painful. I lost my brothers, Papa George, Erina, Lisa Lisa, Robert. Even Poco is gone. Iggy was killed, Aya was killed. So much death, so much suffering. I don't want to suffer like this, but I am forced to because of what I am.," she spoke in a pained voice, almost crying, "I am not human. I cannot have a normal life like you can. There is nobody alive that can help me or understand me. Once Caesar, Mama Suzie and papa Joseph die, I'll be alone. Nobody will know... our race will be completely forgotten to time."

The gunman crouched down close to the child's height and placed his hand on her hair, he did not say anything to try and comfort her. No words he could think of could help her. "Did you tell them this?," Mista asked. "No. I can't. I want to, but I don't want to take away from their happiness. I promised to protect them.," (y/n) spoke as Mista stood again, "I promised him. I promised them." The gunslinger walked out of the kitchen, "Get Ivory to help you make the coffee. I'll go see how they are doing." (Y/n) listened as his footsteps disappeared into the hall. The little girl sighed and looked at her little hands. Clawed hands that had not changed in over one hundred years. She could still feel the warmth from her brothers. Jonathan's kind headpats and Dio's hand pulling and poking at her cheek. Her own hands reached out to pull at her soft and rubbery cheeks, making them become pink from pulling them. She felt the hand rubbing her head still and looked behind her to try and see who it was, only to see nothing there.
It was an odd feeling to be watched and not be able to feel where the eyes are coming from. "Hello?," the child called. "Right here, Stellina.," she heard her mother and turned to see her mother's ghost at the counter. The brunette ghost woman emptied the press of coffee beans and put the beans into a box to make the beans into some powder. "You did not grind them. You have to grind them before you let them steep in hot water and press them.," her mother explained, "It Smells lovely, I wish I was alive to be able to taste it." The violet haired child looked at her mother preparing the coffee. The woman's ivy green eyes looked down at the child. "Mama, did you pat my head?," the child asked and got a puzzled look from her mother. "Not at all. I just got here when you called out before.," the woman answered, "But, how about helping me with this coffee?" The child nodded and hopped on the bucket again to help her mother, feeling like she was being watched again.

Once done, she took the coffee to Giorno and the others who each took a cup and drank. She was sad and happy at once. Happy to see her family together, but sad knowing that she would outlive them all. That was her curse. Her curse of long life and power.  The had to suffer to protect them. She is the last of her kind. The last pillar.