I know. And I know it must have been tempting, but-
[ -it's the first thing he asked of Jotaro after meeting him again, isn't it? Let it be difficult. And back then it had meant that he needed to process everything. It means something different now. The more Jotaro changes, the easier he makes it, the more selfish he would have to be to not change still more and try to make everything right. The more he becomes something that belongs to the concept of right-ness rather than belonging to him and Adrian. Something with an unavoidable duty to the world (something that belongs to The World).
Let it be difficult, let it hurt, so that he can stay theirs. So he can stay human instead of whatever it is that Dio wanted to be.
(And that's where the three of them meet, isn't it? Himself, always aware that he'd tricked everyone into thinking of him as human and desperate to be recognised as something else. Adrian, human and not-human and the two halves never quite fitting together perfectly into a whole, joined at the seam in an ugly way always too visible to those who know what to look for. And Jotaro, faced with a lifelong war now to hold fast to his humanity against all the things that Dio made him.)
It's going to be difficult. He knows that. It's going to hurt. He lifts his other arm, resting his hand over Jotaro's, and he's surprised that it doesn't snap at the elbow. ]
-fuck, better you than me. Imagine if I had to deliberately leave everything imperfect. [ His laugh is genuine but weak. ] I wouldn't last a day.
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[ -it's the first thing he asked of Jotaro after meeting him again, isn't it? Let it be difficult. And back then it had meant that he needed to process everything. It means something different now. The more Jotaro changes, the easier he makes it, the more selfish he would have to be to not change still more and try to make everything right. The more he becomes something that belongs to the concept of right-ness rather than belonging to him and Adrian. Something with an unavoidable duty to the world (something that belongs to The World).
Let it be difficult, let it hurt, so that he can stay theirs. So he can stay human instead of whatever it is that Dio wanted to be.
(And that's where the three of them meet, isn't it? Himself, always aware that he'd tricked everyone into thinking of him as human and desperate to be recognised as something else. Adrian, human and not-human and the two halves never quite fitting together perfectly into a whole, joined at the seam in an ugly way always too visible to those who know what to look for. And Jotaro, faced with a lifelong war now to hold fast to his humanity against all the things that Dio made him.)
It's going to be difficult. He knows that. It's going to hurt. He lifts his other arm, resting his hand over Jotaro's, and he's surprised that it doesn't snap at the elbow. ]
-fuck, better you than me. Imagine if I had to deliberately leave everything imperfect. [ His laugh is genuine but weak. ] I wouldn't last a day.