[This was so unfair. For the two of them, for the rest of Passione, for Jonathan and Lisa Lisa and Jotaro and their friends living and dead back home, at this point even for Dio--it just wasn't fair to anyone involved. What kind of fate decided who had to deal with shit like this, he wondered bitterly.]
[Who decided Kakyoin Tenmei would die and turn eighteen in that order, spending every second carrying a mirror of the mind control that would nearly ruin and end his life?]
[Why should Kujo Jotaro have been stuck in a tragic bloodline with a power to perfectly match the monster that wanted to eradicate it and everyone that fought to save it?]
[What did Shiobana Haruno do to deserve a legacy he might never have truly understood the full scope and horrors of?]
...You don't have anything to apologize for.
[We didn't do shit to deserve this.]
[Slowly, calmly. Kakyoin's voice began to steady itself as he tried to reason out what he was thinking. It wasn't cold, but there was the spark of a gradually sharpening edge.]
[With Giorno and his Stand this close, with Hierophant connecting them that much more, he could focus on what was important right now. Not Dio, not how sickened Kakyoin had been at his own thoughts, not even the distant muda muda muda echoing in his mind. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that it almost hurt. Good. As long as that was true, he was definitely alive in this moment.]
[What mattered right this second was Giorno, himself, and guilt neither of them deserved to carry.]
I may not be cruel, but I'm not always so nice either. I'm kind of a jerk when I feel like it--you can ask Polnareff sometime. And you're hardly a saint, but you're not...everything he was when I knew him. Light through a flawed gemstone, remember?
[Distorted, but not the same.]
[Dio and Giorno were similar; Kakyoin himself had said so outright. But that didn't mean they were the same. A set of matching claws didn't make one a monster.]
...So don't apologize, because I need your help. I don't know if I can empathize with him without ending up this fucked up about the idea. But it's not...right, otherwise. I can't just be passive-aggressive and practically taunt him like I've been doing, even if it makes me feel safer for it.
I won't blame you for carrying similarities. You know that I won't. So...we can work together. Help me figure out how to deal with him, and you can always come find me if you can't talk to Jojo or anyone else.
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[Who decided Kakyoin Tenmei would die and turn eighteen in that order, spending every second carrying a mirror of the mind control that would nearly ruin and end his life?]
[Why should Kujo Jotaro have been stuck in a tragic bloodline with a power to perfectly match the monster that wanted to eradicate it and everyone that fought to save it?]
[What did Shiobana Haruno do to deserve a legacy he might never have truly understood the full scope and horrors of?]
...You don't have anything to apologize for.
[We didn't do shit to deserve this.]
[Slowly, calmly. Kakyoin's voice began to steady itself as he tried to reason out what he was thinking. It wasn't cold, but there was the spark of a gradually sharpening edge.]
[With Giorno and his Stand this close, with Hierophant connecting them that much more, he could focus on what was important right now. Not Dio, not how sickened Kakyoin had been at his own thoughts, not even the distant muda muda muda echoing in his mind. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that it almost hurt. Good. As long as that was true, he was definitely alive in this moment.]
[What mattered right this second was Giorno, himself, and guilt neither of them deserved to carry.]
I may not be cruel, but I'm not always so nice either. I'm kind of a jerk when I feel like it--you can ask Polnareff sometime. And you're hardly a saint, but you're not...everything he was when I knew him. Light through a flawed gemstone, remember?
[Distorted, but not the same.]
[Dio and Giorno were similar; Kakyoin himself had said so outright. But that didn't mean they were the same. A set of matching claws didn't make one a monster.]
...So don't apologize, because I need your help. I don't know if I can empathize with him without ending up this fucked up about the idea. But it's not...right, otherwise. I can't just be passive-aggressive and practically taunt him like I've been doing, even if it makes me feel safer for it.
I won't blame you for carrying similarities. You know that I won't. So...we can work together. Help me figure out how to deal with him, and you can always come find me if you can't talk to Jojo or anyone else.