[ He doesn't want to say it. He can't say it. It's cruel to make him say it. His mouth presses thin and wide before it splits open like a fruit full of teeth in that way it always does when he's about to complain but the next sound isn't his voice.
It's a crack. High, almost melodic. He flinches, knocking the complaint out of him and making him coil more tightly around Jotaro. Crystal glass ringing with impact, echoing just slightly until the noise fades.
Where did Polnareff say that Avdol was?
(He didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to, because Polnareff's silence is a language that only has the words for one answer.)
(Mr. Joestar has a fucking brick of a telephone that hasn't worked anywhere outside of the very centre of major cities. But they're in a major city, now. They're in an area affluent enough that people just have the signal that the phone uses as a luxury, so that they can show off their wealth. It works. It works and Polnareff is on the other end of it, speaking with the doctor who treated his own eyes. Va te faire cuire un oeuf, he doesn't have time for emergency treatment. He's just here because someone had to carry Avdol. He has to go back.) ]
-You have an altar for him.
[ He says, which isn't the same as saying that he's dead. He doesn't have an answer, not from that night. ]
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[ He doesn't want to say it. He can't say it. It's cruel to make him say it. His mouth presses thin and wide before it splits open like a fruit full of teeth in that way it always does when he's about to complain but the next sound isn't his voice.
It's a crack. High, almost melodic. He flinches, knocking the complaint out of him and making him coil more tightly around Jotaro. Crystal glass ringing with impact, echoing just slightly until the noise fades.
Where did Polnareff say that Avdol was?
(He didn't. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to, because Polnareff's silence is a language that only has the words for one answer.)
(Mr. Joestar has a fucking brick of a telephone that hasn't worked anywhere outside of the very centre of major cities. But they're in a major city, now. They're in an area affluent enough that people just have the signal that the phone uses as a luxury, so that they can show off their wealth. It works. It works and Polnareff is on the other end of it, speaking with the doctor who treated his own eyes. Va te faire cuire un oeuf, he doesn't have time for emergency treatment. He's just here because someone had to carry Avdol. He has to go back.) ]
-You have an altar for him.
[ He says, which isn't the same as saying that he's dead. He doesn't have an answer, not from that night. ]