He doesn't know why he did it, you mean? It sounds like a simple thought process to me.
[ Unconvinced, the naga wants to reach out again for either the glass or Jotaro's hand but does neither. ]
The thought process being: Don't rub elbows with a mass murderer. I don't know what's so hard about that. If you hear anything from him that might convince me to change my mind, spin it with all the gusto of a gospel choir.
[ A beat. ]
Miss Hiiragi brought me new wine glasses... She just left. [ He points to where he has the other three set out in the light around one of his black-filled mason jars. There is the teal one in Jotaro's hand, then a fiery orange one, a royal purple, and an emerald green. The last item between the glasses is a vintage perfume bottle sealed with a wax-covered cork. ]
no subject
[ Unconvinced, the naga wants to reach out again for either the glass or Jotaro's hand but does neither. ]
The thought process being: Don't rub elbows with a mass murderer. I don't know what's so hard about that. If you hear anything from him that might convince me to change my mind, spin it with all the gusto of a gospel choir.
[ A beat. ]
Miss Hiiragi brought me new wine glasses... She just left. [ He points to where he has the other three set out in the light around one of his black-filled mason jars. There is the teal one in Jotaro's hand, then a fiery orange one, a royal purple, and an emerald green. The last item between the glasses is a vintage perfume bottle sealed with a wax-covered cork. ]
Aren't they nice?
[ Is he trying to change the subject? ]