[He's speaking under his breath because he knows Hierophant will hear it anyway, because he knows all it takes is the slightest of vibrations for Hierophant to reel the words in and deliver them back to Kakyoin. He knows, and hopefully Kakyoin knows, that he isn't out here right now to fight. He's here to be a threat to Dio's approach, to force the maestro of their imminent demise to turn his attention away from the innocent passerby because he can't ignore the danger that a Joestar at the ready poses to him.
Not yet. Not yet. Something in him knows this is too easy. Something in him knows that this is wrong, the same way that something in him felt reassured by the sight of the blond doctor treating Avdol, even if there was nothing in him that could possibly explain why. Something in him is resonating, shaking him from the inside out, warning him that this is only the prelude to the real horror, that something much worse and much more disastrous is still lying in wait.
Not yet. Leave him here as the bait. Leave him here until the last possible moment, because it hasn't gone wrong enough yet to run.
I can't beat the shit out of him without getting closer, he thinks, even as Star Platinum's arms shimmer into view around his own while the rest of his Stand stays concealed, giving his limbs the armor they need to help bat away the vines as he keeps walking forward, keeps up the pressure, keeps forcing Dio to deal with him because doing it means that he controls the pace of the fight for even a little longer.]
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[He's speaking under his breath because he knows Hierophant will hear it anyway, because he knows all it takes is the slightest of vibrations for Hierophant to reel the words in and deliver them back to Kakyoin. He knows, and hopefully Kakyoin knows, that he isn't out here right now to fight. He's here to be a threat to Dio's approach, to force the maestro of their imminent demise to turn his attention away from the innocent passerby because he can't ignore the danger that a Joestar at the ready poses to him.
Not yet. Not yet. Something in him knows this is too easy. Something in him knows that this is wrong, the same way that something in him felt reassured by the sight of the blond doctor treating Avdol, even if there was nothing in him that could possibly explain why. Something in him is resonating, shaking him from the inside out, warning him that this is only the prelude to the real horror, that something much worse and much more disastrous is still lying in wait.
Not yet. Leave him here as the bait. Leave him here until the last possible moment, because it hasn't gone wrong enough yet to run.
I can't beat the shit out of him without getting closer, he thinks, even as Star Platinum's arms shimmer into view around his own while the rest of his Stand stays concealed, giving his limbs the armor they need to help bat away the vines as he keeps walking forward, keeps up the pressure, keeps forcing Dio to deal with him because doing it means that he controls the pace of the fight for even a little longer.]