He knows what Jotaro's doing. Of course he knows what Jotaro's doing. It's likely even Dio himself knows what Jotaro's doing, if only because he's too proud to comprehend the idea that someone might try to fight him without having some ulterior motive. As long as Dio's attention is upon him, as long as the Joestar is imminently within reach, he has no reason to even look at the people gathered around the thing that used to be someone else's car.
There's nothing he can do down here. This isn't the kind of fight that Hierophant is made for. It's barely the fight that Star is made for. He pulls himself up onto the rooftops and prepares to pull Jotaro out of danger when he needs to and then Dio stops.
Just over six feet away, Hierophant measures for him, still coiled around Jotaro's wrist. About either of their heights in distance, and just out of Star's range. He speaks. Talks about the line of messy stitches by a woman with two right hands that circles his throat. Talks about blood. The blood of his original body. Joseph's blood. Jotaro's blood. And then he takes one more long stride forward, and he catches Star's fist. Not Jotaro's fist, smaller behind the gloves of the purple image. But Star's.
(Because he has a second stand. He can touch Star because he has a second stand that he's hiding inside his body. That's why he could touch Hierophant's projectiles to deflect them. Why is he not making the connection.)
He wants to pull Jotaro back. Whether it's time to or not. Hierophant goes taut, prepares to tug him up onto the roof. But he can't.
They've been knocking the vines away from Jotaro, not destroying them. That means they've gone past him, like parting a sea of thorns. Those vines coil back upon themselves now, forming a prison that he can't pull Jotaro free from without shredding him to nothing on the thorns in the process. Each fraction of a second the gaps grow smaller, until he can barely see through them at all.
He should withdraw Hierophant. Pull him back, try to shoot his way through the prison. Help him from the outside. But he doesn't. He can't. He can't leave Jotaro alone, with Dio, in a cage woven from the things that are killing his mother.
Hierophant was invisible once. He can be invisible again.
His stand vanishes, pulling itself too thin to be visible to even the enhanced sight of a vampire. Thin enough that it has no difficulty at all pulling itself through the tiny gaps in the cage. It doesn't reform itself there. No. Instead, it does what it's always done, what it did when this all began. It hides. ]
Oh? [ Inside the cage, Star's fist still caught in his own, Dio looks at Jotaro's wrist. At the place where Hierophant was until only a second ago. There's nothing there now. ] It seems you've been abandoned.
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He knows what Jotaro's doing. Of course he knows what Jotaro's doing. It's likely even Dio himself knows what Jotaro's doing, if only because he's too proud to comprehend the idea that someone might try to fight him without having some ulterior motive. As long as Dio's attention is upon him, as long as the Joestar is imminently within reach, he has no reason to even look at the people gathered around the thing that used to be someone else's car.
There's nothing he can do down here. This isn't the kind of fight that Hierophant is made for. It's barely the fight that Star is made for. He pulls himself up onto the rooftops and prepares to pull Jotaro out of danger when he needs to and then Dio stops.
Just over six feet away, Hierophant measures for him, still coiled around Jotaro's wrist. About either of their heights in distance, and just out of Star's range. He speaks. Talks about the line of messy stitches by a woman with two right hands that circles his throat. Talks about blood. The blood of his original body. Joseph's blood. Jotaro's blood. And then he takes one more long stride forward, and he catches Star's fist. Not Jotaro's fist, smaller behind the gloves of the purple image. But Star's.
(Because he has a second stand. He can touch Star because he has a second stand that he's hiding inside his body. That's why he could touch Hierophant's projectiles to deflect them. Why is he not making the connection.)
He wants to pull Jotaro back. Whether it's time to or not. Hierophant goes taut, prepares to tug him up onto the roof. But he can't.
They've been knocking the vines away from Jotaro, not destroying them. That means they've gone past him, like parting a sea of thorns. Those vines coil back upon themselves now, forming a prison that he can't pull Jotaro free from without shredding him to nothing on the thorns in the process. Each fraction of a second the gaps grow smaller, until he can barely see through them at all.
He should withdraw Hierophant. Pull him back, try to shoot his way through the prison. Help him from the outside. But he doesn't. He can't. He can't leave Jotaro alone, with Dio, in a cage woven from the things that are killing his mother.
Hierophant was invisible once. He can be invisible again.
His stand vanishes, pulling itself too thin to be visible to even the enhanced sight of a vampire. Thin enough that it has no difficulty at all pulling itself through the tiny gaps in the cage. It doesn't reform itself there. No. Instead, it does what it's always done, what it did when this all began. It hides. ]
Oh? [ Inside the cage, Star's fist still caught in his own, Dio looks at Jotaro's wrist. At the place where Hierophant was until only a second ago. There's nothing there now. ] It seems you've been abandoned.