"Ah, Britain. Wonderful place, wonderful place. Lived there in my early years, though you certainly knew that, with how interested you are in me - and the other Crusaders. I do miss Avdol, Kakyoin, and Iggy, though. They were good friends. Good people - or, animal, in Iggy's case - as well." [i]The fake gave a slow, thoughtful nod, his eyes glazing slightly as he sunk deep into thought, remembering all the events that had occurred in his past - from when he was young and brimming with asspulls, to when he was older. From the Pillar Men to Dio and his gang of Stand Users. He remembered old friends, allies, etcetera. Slowly, the old man nodded, blinking a few times as he focused again. He then slowly sighed, the action accompanied with a shake of his head. Oh, how he missed it all. Speedwagon, Lisa Lisa, Caesar, Stroheim. Smokey - only to name a few.[/i] "But, my mission against Dio isn't all that has happened, you know. I was young once, back when I fought against the Pillar Men. That's how I lost my arm."