Jotaro and the others next head toward Varanasi. On their way there, Joseph realizes his arm is quite swollen. At first, it didn't bug him much, but as it got bigger, the creepier it started looking.
My precious son...
...ابني الحبيب
Mein geliebter Sohn …
Oh, hijo querido,
 moriste cubierto de heridas.
Oh, hijo mío, has muerto cubierto de heridas.
Mon fils chéri !
Il mio preziosissimo figlio!
Meu querido filho...