[ Damn, well when you put it that way.... Josuke continues massaging the knot out of his poor neck, looking perhaps a little more crestfallen than he had a few moments prior. ]

Well, I know, I heard about that, it's just...

[ Why does he somehow feel guilty even though there's literally nothing that he could've done? It's not like he was here earlier! But seeing the way the Adamant's people were on a regular day, hearing about how many people have died day in and day out? It makes him feel sort of deflated, like he wishes he could do more for them than fix a few boo boos here and there. ]

I dunno. I haven't really had to see something like this before. Maybe it's getting to me. [ So maybe he's seen people's skin melt off, but those were like, STAND affected people, not regular joes forced to live like this everyday!! ] I mean, is it safe here at the camp...? You've been here for a little while, haven't you?

[ Or do aliens attack it sometimes and the food is poisonous...?! His imagination is going a little wild. ]