[It's about the size of a fist. Actually, it's not even "about" — it's exactly the size of Star's fist, and this hole is exactly like the one he'd driven through the belly of The World the very first time Dio had the mistake of getting too close. Part of him wants to tell Kakyoin that, wants to remind him how he punched through The World and broke Dio's skull and doused him in gasoline and nearly set him on fire. Wants to make it clear, savagely, that they weren't just victims on the night of January 16th, that he hit back too, that he made sure Dio hurt and screamed and bled for this.
But that's not what this should be about. Dio has no place in the middle of this. He doesn't deserve to be a part of it, even as a shadow of a memory. The ultimate blow is that he isn't here at all, that he's no longer worthy of notice. His significance has ended. He's useless.
So he looks instead at Kakyoin in the dim, at the stained-glass glow of organs suspended in green crystal, like an aquarium frozen in time.
It's ugly, and horrific, and it does make him want to throw up. But this is part of Kakyoin now, and that means something too.]
Polnareff would be so pissed at you.
[Emboldened, he skims his fingertips over the glassy green surface.]
Having a cool scar to impress girls with, and all.
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But that's not what this should be about. Dio has no place in the middle of this. He doesn't deserve to be a part of it, even as a shadow of a memory. The ultimate blow is that he isn't here at all, that he's no longer worthy of notice. His significance has ended. He's useless.
So he looks instead at Kakyoin in the dim, at the stained-glass glow of organs suspended in green crystal, like an aquarium frozen in time.
It's ugly, and horrific, and it does make him want to throw up. But this is part of Kakyoin now, and that means something too.]
Polnareff would be so pissed at you.
[Emboldened, he skims his fingertips over the glassy green surface.]
Having a cool scar to impress girls with, and all.