[ He looks at Jotaro and then back at the paintings. Back to Jotaro again. The conversation about the one of Vietnam is one he remembers quite clearly. It had been a struggle to capture everything he needed but the dim lighting catches flecks of gold leaf set into her eyes. There is the same gleam in Jotaro's but in another color which glazes his scales under simulated painted moonlight. ]

I've been seeing it since the day I had to carve your skin off when you transformed. [ And ruined the couch. ] You need to be reminded not to forget certain things a lot. I don't embellish when it comes to seeing actual beauty. You know that. [ Not to mention that both of these pieces are on the same level and depict arguably the most important people he has met here. ]

You should see it more often. [ He waits for a beat before shutting the light off, leaving his eyes glowing a little path toward the door. ]

Fly me home, will you?