The group soon caught up with Silver Chariot Requiem. "In this state I can prevent the final stage of Chariot Requiem's power," Abbacchio/Polnareff said, "And a good thing to, because that final stage is swapping lifeforms, instead of just souls." "What about the others?," Trish/Mista asked, "If Diavolo really is inside my body with Trish..." "I'm sure Rarity has things well in hand," Polnareff/Abbacchio replied, "We just need to be ready. Either Buccellati or Rarity will soon force Diavolo to remove the source of Chariot Requiem's shadow."

Mista/Trish found herself barely able to move as King Crimson had grabbed Spice Girl. "I can't normally control this body," Diavolo admitted, "The most I can do is direct King Crimson. But now that Trish's Stand has manifested, I can simply force it to move, and her along with it." "Lot of good that will do you," Fugo/Rarity pointed out, "I no longer need to tag you to track you. I can sense your very presence since I already tagged you back in Venezia. Not something I can do normally, mind you, but certainly something that will come in handy here, since you now know more about my powers."

She proved her point as Diavolo tried using his time erase to attack her using Mista's body, only for instant crystal formations to block him at the exact instant time started to be erased. "Too slow!," Fugo/Rarity called out, "Even erasing ten seconds is too slow to intercept me in this state!" Diavolo growled. "Then I'll just attack with King Crimson directly!" Fugo/Rarity smirked. "You'd need to let go of Spice Girl to do that, and that would free Trish up to get away from me. Or have you found some way to extend your normal attack range?"

She then found herself blocking directly with Art of the Dress. Mista's body looked like it was being thrown to the ground as it happened. "It only takes a split second to throw her where I need and let go of her long enough to attack," Diavolo pointed out. Fugo/Rarity grimaced. 'I obviously can't get him to destroy his own soul. At best, he'd damage it just enough to retrieve the arrow, but he'd only do that while near Chariot Requiem. I just need to buy time... Buccellati, I hope you can pull this off...'

"You're clearly hoping for some miracle to save you," Diavolo noted as he kept attacking, "I got the impression from hearing your conversations. All I need to find some way to get to that arrow, and take it for myself. The power to dominate souls... That is a power that I alone am worthy to wield!" "You're starting to sound like my grandfather's old nemesis," Fugo/Rarity noted, "There was an entity that desired the power to stand above all other beings. Yet even when he got it he was defeated."

"And you would stand against that will!?," Diavolo asked, "Against me!? All for one insignificant little girl!?" Just then, King Crimson winced as crystal exploded out of its form. There was a look of darkness in Fugo/Rarity's eyes. "How dare you... How dare you call Trish insignificant! How dare you think that of our friend! Your daughter! That's lower than merely seeing her as the continuation of a legacy, because at least then there's a small degree of caring for her!"

Diavolo growled. "You bitch!" King Crimson made to attack, not even caring about erasing time at this point. Art of the Dress moved to attack back, getting damaged but repairing quickly. "Damn it!," Diavolo called out, "Why am I not damaging you along with your Stand!?" Fugo/Rarity grinned. "Art of the Dress would need a physical form for that. But the crystal body you see is nothing more than another construct created by my Stand, which it can move at will." King Crimson made one final attack, but then disappeared. Diavolo and Fugo/Rarity blinked. "Oh," Fugo/Rarity said, "He did it."

Buccellati/Doppio looked surprised. "This is impossible! You have the boss's body! So why am I in yours!? Isn't this how this goes!?" "You must not have been overhearing us," Diavolo/Buccellati realized, "We were talking about how you and the boss are one and the same. A split personality that came about on the day your mother came to see you." Buccellati/Doppio started to remember everything that he had been thinking since he met with DeKurliss. "I don't remember anything about that day... Just seeing a woman... And after that everything's just a blur."

He clenched his fist. "I... Heard the story from that man Polnareff! And for the most part it makes sense! But at one point it just seemed to diverge from what I know! What is going on with my life! How can I be two people!? It just doesn't make sense!" "Yet it explains why you swapped with me," Diavolo/Buccellati noted, "This is actually your body, but Diavolo was in charge when it happened. Tell me, what happened when you fought that man back in Sardegna?"

"You mean Risotto?," Buccellati/Doppio asked, "He was using his powers to attack me. I was able to hold my own thanks to the boss granting me use of his Stand but..." His eyes then widened as remembered something DeKurliss said to him. "He loaned you his Stand?," Diavolo/Buccellati asked, "That should be impossible under normal circumstances. Each Stand is bound to the soul of a single person. But maybe... If you and Diavolo are in fact the same person with two different souls, it might be possible..."

Now really shaken up, Buccellati/Doppio called out, "No! Just shut up! Shut up! It can't be true! That would mean Trish is my daughter! I could never be brought to hurt my own flesh and blood! There's just no way!" He made to attack, and then came the biggest surprise of his life. King Crimson appeared from nowhere and made to attack Diavolo/Buccellati. It was such a sudden and amateurish attack that it was easy for Sticky Fingers to block, but it was a moment of dawning for Buccellati/Doppio.

"He hadn't given me permission...," Buccellati/Doppio realized, "And yet King Crimson appeared..." He dropped to his knees. "We really are the same person... Now everything makes sense. I've been plagued by bouts of missing time for as long as I can remember. How long...? How long has Diavolo been running around in my body while I was just a prisoner?" "At least fifteen years," Diavolo/Buccellati said. Buccellati/Doppio looked at Diavolo/Buccellati. "You know how to stop this, right?"

"The only way to reverse this effect is to defeat Silver Chariot," Diavolo/Buccellati replied, "And that requires a sacrifice of the soul. Someone must destroy their own soul to reverse this." Buccellati/Doppio stood up. "Diavolo could never sacrifice himself for his daughter..." He looked at King Crimson, who looked back. "But I could!" Diavolo realized what was happening. "Doppio, no!" But it was too late. Under Doppio's command, King Crimson grabbed a sphere of light behind its head and crushed it.

The rest of the group saw Silver Chariot Requiem start to fade out. "They must have finally succeeded," Abbacchio/Polnareff realized, "Chariot! Give the arrow to Narancia!" "Why me?," Giorno/Narancia asked. "Because when we swap back it'll be Giorno holding the arrow," Rarity/Fugo reminded him. Silver Chariot Requiem seemed to search out Narancia's soul and handed him the arrow just as it finished crumbling. At that moment, everyone's souls seemed to return to where they belonged.

"Oh, thank goodness we're back to normal," Rarity said, "Quite a jarring change in scenery though." Trish breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait, why am I still holding Mista's gun?" "More importantly," Giorno said, "Who was sacrificed to stop Chariot Requiem?" Trish then saw Doppio's spirit in the sky. "I'm sorry...," he said, "I wish it could have been me who became your father, because now that I know the truth... It feels more like we're family." Trish smiled as a tear fell from her eyes. "Ciao... Padre..."

*Looks at readers* What...? You guys wanted Buccellati to have a good fight, but does that really need to involve fists...? Whatever, we're almost done with this.