[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 06:11 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.]