Pucci entered the darkened room quietly. Sundown was arriving and his beloved friend had awakened earlier than usual. He was surpried to find him lounging on the bed holding a skull delicately in his hands. It appeared to be very old.
"My liege...?"
"Do you remember, my friend, what I told you about this body of mine?" As Dio said so one of his fingers strayed away from holding the skull to touching his collar bone. Pucci's previous feelings of aversion faded away instantly at recalling the memory.
"Yes, that it was the body of your equal, your rival-"
"My friend, Jonathan Joestar. I took his body for my own, and here in my hands is his skull that I salvaged from the ship wreck. I've no reason to hold onto it not being sentimental, but I've had it all these years...," Dio's voice drifted off momentarily and Pucci moved to make himself more comfortable to listen to him speak.
"What reason is there then in my actions? Respect? Honor? Sometimes I sit and remember what passed between us a hundred years ago. Reflecting on the youth we spent together. Sometimes I think of what the future may bring, no, what it will bring, and how I will triumph over any obstacle in my way. Including the Joestars." At this Dio glanced over at Pucci summoning his Stand The World at the same time. Pucci continued watching and listening, unfazed and eager to hear and see more. Dio's Stand took the skull into its hands and moved away towards glass doors that opened out onto a balcony. Opening the doors, Dio beckoned Pucci to follow him, and as the sun's last rays died out the skull was crushed into a fine dust between The World's hands.
"The year is 1987. Jojo my friend, I believe it is time I said goodbye to the past. I won and that is all that matters between us."
The wind began to blow and the two watched as it scattered the remains in the direction of where the sun had set.