[This, half of Jotaro thinks forlornly, is Kakyoin's catharsis.
Once upon a time in a timeline that isn't anymore, Kakyoin died alone and disoriented and helpless, and then wound up on an alien planet somewhere halfway across the galaxy and tried to pretend that he was normal and okay but he wasn't and then when he'd had to face up to the reality that the boy he loved had a life and a future that he wasn't going to be a part of, he threw up. That Kakyoin isn't going to exist for long, anymore. Eventually he'll fade away into the one cradled in Polnareff's arms, watching this like Jotaro is right now.
This is for the Kakyoin who died. The Kakyoin who wanted to come here and see this for certain. This is his parting gift to that Kakyoin, the love confession he was never given the opportunity to profess.
Dio Brando is dying. Miserably. Pathetically. He is a thing, now — a chunk of meat burning from the inside out. The sight of it makes Jotaro sick, makes his skin crawl, but he doesn't look away.
After this, help will come. Kakyoin will be rushed to the hospital. So will he, as a matter of fact, as a consequence of the wounds from the car accident and the chokevines around his throat and the internal injuries he took while Star was dueling with the World. Fewer injuries than he'd had before, in the last timeline. Still significant enough to matter. More than significant enough to matter.
The fire is still burning when Joseph Joestar runs onto the scene, holding his hat and bellowing Jotaro, I'm here!, and it's exactly the kind of comedic moment that altogether doesn't belong in a memory like this.
But it's good punctuation for the end of the simulation, and slowly the vision begins to gray out as the machinery brings their experience tapering off to a quiet end.]
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Once upon a time in a timeline that isn't anymore, Kakyoin died alone and disoriented and helpless, and then wound up on an alien planet somewhere halfway across the galaxy and tried to pretend that he was normal and okay but he wasn't and then when he'd had to face up to the reality that the boy he loved had a life and a future that he wasn't going to be a part of, he threw up. That Kakyoin isn't going to exist for long, anymore. Eventually he'll fade away into the one cradled in Polnareff's arms, watching this like Jotaro is right now.
This is for the Kakyoin who died. The Kakyoin who wanted to come here and see this for certain. This is his parting gift to that Kakyoin, the love confession he was never given the opportunity to profess.
Dio Brando is dying. Miserably. Pathetically. He is a thing, now — a chunk of meat burning from the inside out. The sight of it makes Jotaro sick, makes his skin crawl, but he doesn't look away.
After this, help will come. Kakyoin will be rushed to the hospital. So will he, as a matter of fact, as a consequence of the wounds from the car accident and the chokevines around his throat and the internal injuries he took while Star was dueling with the World. Fewer injuries than he'd had before, in the last timeline. Still significant enough to matter. More than significant enough to matter.
The fire is still burning when Joseph Joestar runs onto the scene, holding his hat and bellowing Jotaro, I'm here!, and it's exactly the kind of comedic moment that altogether doesn't belong in a memory like this.
But it's good punctuation for the end of the simulation, and slowly the vision begins to gray out as the machinery brings their experience tapering off to a quiet end.]