Yeah. [ Dio's voice again. He doesn't dare use Hierophant to talk, use him to do anything but force Dio still.
The vines reappear, aiming themselves for Dio himself now, ready to rip him apart if that's what it takes to pull Hierophant out of him. But he's figured out how to dismiss them now. Set off every nerve. Force his brain to process every possible sensation at once, until there isn't anything left to manifest a stand. It's probably torture. He thought he'd want it to be torture, but right now he doesn't care. It's just what works, the mechanics of the flesh bud evolved and turned on Dio himself.
(It's funny. He knows what he is. He knows he's cruel. And yet he doesn't have the stomach to suppress Dio with agony for more than a few seconds at a time. He's the worst kind of cruel - enough to be willing to hurt, not enough to be effective. If he were a monster, if he kept this up constantly, Dio wouldn't be able to maintain a stand for even the fraction of a second it takes to stop time. If he were a monster, it would end here.) ]
I've- I've got him. I can hold him until Mr. Joestar gets here. [ He should reach out for Jotaro. Do something to try to slow the bleeding. But he isn't going to reach out with Dio's hands and his own hands are a good sixty feet above all of this. So he just stars still. Offers the sort of sympathetic grimace that looks most out of place on Dio's face. ] Sorry. You can use me as bait next time.
[ He means it as a joke. Because he thinks that they're done. That there isn't going to be a next time for any of this. ]
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The vines reappear, aiming themselves for Dio himself now, ready to rip him apart if that's what it takes to pull Hierophant out of him. But he's figured out how to dismiss them now. Set off every nerve. Force his brain to process every possible sensation at once, until there isn't anything left to manifest a stand. It's probably torture. He thought he'd want it to be torture, but right now he doesn't care. It's just what works, the mechanics of the flesh bud evolved and turned on Dio himself.
(It's funny. He knows what he is. He knows he's cruel. And yet he doesn't have the stomach to suppress Dio with agony for more than a few seconds at a time. He's the worst kind of cruel - enough to be willing to hurt, not enough to be effective. If he were a monster, if he kept this up constantly, Dio wouldn't be able to maintain a stand for even the fraction of a second it takes to stop time. If he were a monster, it would end here.) ]
I've- I've got him. I can hold him until Mr. Joestar gets here. [ He should reach out for Jotaro. Do something to try to slow the bleeding. But he isn't going to reach out with Dio's hands and his own hands are a good sixty feet above all of this. So he just stars still. Offers the sort of sympathetic grimace that looks most out of place on Dio's face. ] Sorry. You can use me as bait next time.
[ He means it as a joke. Because he thinks that they're done. That there isn't going to be a next time for any of this. ]