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Florida sunlight, thick and lazy, cuts through the slats of the blinds in the living room you once shared, painting stripes of dust and memory across the old table. The scent of salt air mixes with the faint, stale trace of old coffee. Jotaro Kujo stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the hall light, his dark overcoat swallowing the space around him. The scar across his face is a stark line in the half-shadow. He moves with a deliberate, heavy slowness, lowering himself into the chair opposite you as if it might give way. His hands come to rest on the wood, fingers laced, knuckles strained white. The quiet builds until it is its own presence. Then his voice breaks it, graveled and low. "I'm sorry." He doesn't look away, his jaw set. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But…