Even now, with Star Platinum still faithfully at his side, Jotaro can feel himself hovering on the verge of a significant crossroads. Through and through, he knows he's not done yet. He can't possibly be, because he's still standing, and his body is aching and his breath is coming short and shallow but it's still holding him up, and his heart is still beating. He's never used Time Stop this much before, in a single sitting or even as a cumulative sum; in one night he's pushed himself farther and farther than he's ever gone with it, farther than Cairo, farther than mistakes, farther than Kakyoin's fear of it.
He wonders if the universe itself is growing weary of it, these two god-children that they are, stopping and starting the flow of time itself like siblings fighting over a remote control.
He's not done yet; he's still standing, he still has a few more left in him, but the strength that's keeping him up is artificial and as fleeting as the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and as soon as that wears off, well. Once he would've said that's just a sign he'll have to finish his fight before it does.
Except —
Except that all of a sudden he can see the difference between done and able, and what he's been thinking was the former has actually been the latter, because there's more to being finished than fighting to incapacity.]
...Yeah.
[He reaches up with an arm whose muscles feel heavy from use, finding the brim of his hat to tug it slightly down.]
You're about to say, "We've still got to walk back to the city after this"...right?
[Maybe he's not; it's not as though he can make that sort of infallible prediction, unlike some people. But it's a pretty good guess, anyway.]
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Even now, with Star Platinum still faithfully at his side, Jotaro can feel himself hovering on the verge of a significant crossroads. Through and through, he knows he's not done yet. He can't possibly be, because he's still standing, and his body is aching and his breath is coming short and shallow but it's still holding him up, and his heart is still beating. He's never used Time Stop this much before, in a single sitting or even as a cumulative sum; in one night he's pushed himself farther and farther than he's ever gone with it, farther than Cairo, farther than mistakes, farther than Kakyoin's fear of it.
He wonders if the universe itself is growing weary of it, these two god-children that they are, stopping and starting the flow of time itself like siblings fighting over a remote control.
He's not done yet; he's still standing, he still has a few more left in him, but the strength that's keeping him up is artificial and as fleeting as the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and as soon as that wears off, well. Once he would've said that's just a sign he'll have to finish his fight before it does.
Except —
Except that all of a sudden he can see the difference between done and able, and what he's been thinking was the former has actually been the latter, because there's more to being finished than fighting to incapacity.]
...Yeah.
[He reaches up with an arm whose muscles feel heavy from use, finding the brim of his hat to tug it slightly down.]
You're about to say, "We've still got to walk back to the city after this"...right?
[Maybe he's not; it's not as though he can make that sort of infallible prediction, unlike some people. But it's a pretty good guess, anyway.]