[ The mention of his mom snaps him out of the simmering anger he was feeling as he thinks about that man, and like a bubble as popped, he's back to his relaxed and open self. The cold aura that was forming around him seems to have disappeared completely. ]

Her? Oh, she's fine ... We had her stay at a friend's place for all this, so she didn't even know it was happening.

[ Josuke also walks over to the rock, shoving his hands into his pockets and prodding at the base with his foot. The casual way he treats what might still be a living, sentient human trapped in an eternal agony (or at least, the representation of that human in the VR) shows how little remorse he has for his actions. ]

This place is actually a popular meet-up spot now for dates. Something about his ugly face just makes people wanna kiss here, I guess.

[ He doesn't get it himself, but the thought brings him a small kind of sadistic satisfaction -- a rare emotion for someone who normally skews toward the lawful good. It's poetic justice for a monster who raped women and little boys then tortured and killed them. ]