[Unmindful of the fact that they were out in the open, at least for the moment, he simply held still and hung on to Kakyoin for a little while, until at last the other facets of the situation began to drift back in and he tensed slightly.]
[Quietly, he shifted his grip to better support his weight, and in a heartbeat Star Platinum had manifested in his legs, letting him kick off and arc up onto the roof with the same practiced ease he'd employed so many times before.
Once up, he wasted no time in finding a seat and bringing Kakyoin down with him, trying to give him his space while still obviously reluctant to let him go.]
[Kakyoin hesitated long enough to evaluate how much space Jotaro anted between them before quickly concluding they had the same idea on that front. He leaned against the other teenager's side, reaching over to take his hand.]
[He stared at his hands, cigarette dangling so low it almost looked like it was about to fall at the slightest breath, and stayed quiet for a long time — but gradually, it seemed, found his voice.]
If someone's going to die, and you can prevent it, you should. Right? Doesn't that just make sense? Why would you just let someone die and not try to do something about it?
...Jiji died. In Cairo. That's why he was there, in all that shit we saw. Dio threw a knife through his throat. Came back later and drained him of blood. The Foundation doctors said he was gone...but Star and I restarted his heart, and I made them save him.
[Oh. With Izabel being the other person in this equation, Kakyoin suspected he had a reasonable grasp of the problem. And the problem was that neither of them were really right or wrong. Of course, saving Joseph Joestar was the correct option.]
['I don't know what to do about it.' 'Do about...being dead? You kind of do nothing.']
[Izabel seemed convinced there was finality to death, and maybe she was right. Normally, she would be right. Maybe on a fundamental level, the 'right' choice to them was something horrifying--hadn't Kakyoin felt the same when he'd last talked to Buccellati?]
[It wasn't morally wrong to bring him back, but it may not have been 'right' on some other level.]
I don't think...it really works like that, where she's from. [He shut the pocketwatch, turning it over a few times in his hand with a distant stare.]
I'm not arguing or going back on what I said--you made the right choice. But I kind of think her perspective on death may be much different than ours.
[He set the watch aside and pulled his hand away, moving to put his arms around Jotaro's shoulders instead. Unfortunately, Kakyoin found there really wasn't much he could say; he didn't want to take a side in this when he couldn't argue against either of them.]
It's okay, Jotaro. You did the right thing.
[In a much, much different way than Giorno apparently had.]
[He'd been doing so well, honestly. Really he had. Making strides forward, putting things behind him. Confronting his latent, deep-seated fears. Putting himself back together, despite the regrets and the grief.
How could one stupid sentence land such a crushing blow against all that?
Honestly, through the whirlwind of thoughts and the haze of upset that was his train of thought just then, it was difficult to say whether it was really about Jiji. Was it, truly, the thought of at least I saved one, and the possibility of having some small scrap of triumph taken away from him?
Was it the implication that he'd done what he thought was right, and been wrong? That his judgment was flawed, he couldn't trust it?
Was it that, if the dead were supposed to stay dead and you had to just walk away and leave them there, then by extension any hope of finding a means of restoring Kakyoin, as well, was already worthless from the start?
Why was one single fucking sentence fucking him up so much?]
I just needed to see you.
[He hesitated, leaning a little more heavily on Kakyoin, now that their arrangement had shifted and the angle of support had changed.]
...Thought about going off on my own. But I figured...I better find you first.
Thanks. I would have been worried if you just disappeared.
[Kakyoin hugged him tightly, trying to make sure they both knew that they were there--that Kakyoin himself was still breathing, that they were both just alive for right now.]
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Date: 2015-10-30 06:57 am (UTC)[Unmindful of the fact that they were out in the open, at least for the moment, he simply held still and hung on to Kakyoin for a little while, until at last the other facets of the situation began to drift back in and he tensed slightly.]
...Can we go sit on the roof?
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-30 07:01 am (UTC)[Well.]
...Do you want to do it? Or I can. If.
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:02 am (UTC)...Go ahead. I won't complain about it, just this once.
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:09 am (UTC)[Quietly, he shifted his grip to better support his weight, and in a heartbeat Star Platinum had manifested in his legs, letting him kick off and arc up onto the roof with the same practiced ease he'd employed so many times before.
Once up, he wasted no time in finding a seat and bringing Kakyoin down with him, trying to give him his space while still obviously reluctant to let him go.]
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:18 am (UTC)...are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:23 am (UTC)[And he allowed it, relaxing fractionally against the arrival of Kakyoin's weight against him.]
I meant just seeing you would be enough, if it had to be. Not that it's the only thing.
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:28 am (UTC)[He took a breath and closed his eyes, sighing quietly.]
Okay--I get it. Then is there anything else that would help?
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Date: 2015-10-30 04:41 pm (UTC)[He stared at his hands, cigarette dangling so low it almost looked like it was about to fall at the slightest breath, and stayed quiet for a long time — but gradually, it seemed, found his voice.]
If someone's going to die, and you can prevent it, you should. Right? Doesn't that just make sense? Why would you just let someone die and not try to do something about it?
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Date: 2015-10-30 04:49 pm (UTC)I...yeah. I can't really think of a reason someone wouldn't do that.
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Date: 2015-10-30 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-30 04:52 pm (UTC)[Leaning against his friend's shoulder a little more insistently, Kakyoin squeezed his hand lightly.]
What happened?
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Date: 2015-10-30 05:22 pm (UTC)Guess I was supposed to leave him dead.
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Date: 2015-10-30 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-30 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-30 05:51 pm (UTC)[Oh. With Izabel being the other person in this equation, Kakyoin suspected he had a reasonable grasp of the problem. And the problem was that neither of them were really right or wrong. Of course, saving Joseph Joestar was the correct option.]
['I don't know what to do about it.'
'Do about...being dead? You kind of do nothing.']
[Izabel seemed convinced there was finality to death, and maybe she was right. Normally, she would be right. Maybe on a fundamental level, the 'right' choice to them was something horrifying--hadn't Kakyoin felt the same when he'd last talked to Buccellati?]
[It wasn't morally wrong to bring him back, but it may not have been 'right' on some other level.]
I don't think...it really works like that, where she's from. [He shut the pocketwatch, turning it over a few times in his hand with a distant stare.]
I'm not arguing or going back on what I said--you made the right choice. But I kind of think her perspective on death may be much different than ours.
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Date: 2015-10-30 06:02 pm (UTC)[He sank a little lower into himself, body language clearly indicating an attempt to withdraw into himself like a particularly seething turtle.]
...The one fucking thing I did right, that night. And she's giving me shit like this about it. Yare yare...
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Date: 2015-10-30 06:11 pm (UTC)...Come here.
[He set the watch aside and pulled his hand away, moving to put his arms around Jotaro's shoulders instead. Unfortunately, Kakyoin found there really wasn't much he could say; he didn't want to take a side in this when he couldn't argue against either of them.]
It's okay, Jotaro. You did the right thing.
[In a much, much different way than Giorno apparently had.]
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Date: 2015-10-30 06:51 pm (UTC)How could one stupid sentence land such a crushing blow against all that?
Honestly, through the whirlwind of thoughts and the haze of upset that was his train of thought just then, it was difficult to say whether it was really about Jiji. Was it, truly, the thought of at least I saved one, and the possibility of having some small scrap of triumph taken away from him?
Was it the implication that he'd done what he thought was right, and been wrong? That his judgment was flawed, he couldn't trust it?
Was it that, if the dead were supposed to stay dead and you had to just walk away and leave them there, then by extension any hope of finding a means of restoring Kakyoin, as well, was already worthless from the start?
Why was one single fucking sentence fucking him up so much?]
I just needed to see you.
[He hesitated, leaning a little more heavily on Kakyoin, now that their arrangement had shifted and the angle of support had changed.]
...Thought about going off on my own. But I figured...I better find you first.
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Date: 2015-10-30 07:15 pm (UTC)[Kakyoin hugged him tightly, trying to make sure they both knew that they were there--that Kakyoin himself was still breathing, that they were both just alive for right now.]