[The words slip out, half-muffled where he's got Polnareff close and his face kind of mashed against his head, not really thinking about much except holding on as best he can, as securely as he can, so that if nothing else Polnareff won't be able to get swept away by his thoughts and his grief entirely. There will always be the feeling of arms around him, always the heat of someone else close by. No matter how else his emotions might toss him around, at least Jotaro can make sure that he'll always have that.
Maybe it's the wrong thing to say. He tries to remember what it was like when he was the one in Polnareff's place, if he would've loathed to hear words like that. He can't recall; maybe he would've. Maybe he's wrong.
But it's something that came true, too, whether he would've wanted to hear it or not.]
It won't. I know it seems like it will. But it won't. I'm — I'm going forward, too, and I'm taking you with me. Out of this. Out of feeling like this. It won't feel like this forever. It won't.
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[The words slip out, half-muffled where he's got Polnareff close and his face kind of mashed against his head, not really thinking about much except holding on as best he can, as securely as he can, so that if nothing else Polnareff won't be able to get swept away by his thoughts and his grief entirely. There will always be the feeling of arms around him, always the heat of someone else close by. No matter how else his emotions might toss him around, at least Jotaro can make sure that he'll always have that.
Maybe it's the wrong thing to say. He tries to remember what it was like when he was the one in Polnareff's place, if he would've loathed to hear words like that. He can't recall; maybe he would've. Maybe he's wrong.
But it's something that came true, too, whether he would've wanted to hear it or not.]
It won't. I know it seems like it will. But it won't. I'm — I'm going forward, too, and I'm taking you with me. Out of this. Out of feeling like this. It won't feel like this forever. It won't.