"Hello, F-kid."
Tatsumaki lay against Josen's shoulder and waved at F-kid from across him. "Though this might not be our first meeting."
F-kid nodded slightly and held out his hand to Tatsumaki in a friendly gesture.
Tatsumaki paused, then smiled and reached out her little hand to shake his.
His hand felt heavy and cold as stone, unlike a normal human's body temperature, and completely different from the broad, warm hands she remembered Josen having.
A strange thought crossed Tatsumaki's mind, and she muttered, "You can collect supernatural elements from the outside world. No wonder you have some strange new psychic powers every time we meet..."
"What are you muttering about?"
"Nothing!"
Josen's large hand descended on her head, and Tatsumaki instinctively ducked.
Then, as though something had occurred to her, she escaped the hand on her head and floated in front of Josen, asking with a serious expression, "Did you just say that if your Stand gets hurt, you'll suffer the same injury?"
"Yes. For a Stand User, the user and the Stand have always held equal standing." Josen exchanged a glance with F-kid and answered solemnly, "Generally speaking, if the Stand dies, its user dies along with it. Likewise, if the user dies, the Stand will cease to exist."
"That sounds like pretty important information..."
Tatsumaki froze at his words, looking somewhat uncertain. "Is it really okay to just tell me that?"
"Well, I've already said it." Josen raised a hand and rubbed Tatsumaki's head, making her narrow her eyes in comfort. "So, sorry for the trouble, but I'll need you to keep that secret for me."
"Okay!"
Tatsumaki opened her eyes and nodded very solemnly. "I will."
The two drifted leisurely through the deep blue sky, neither speaking for a while.
F-kid tactfully followed behind them, holding