[Did you come here to get angry with him? No. No, you didn't. Because he has a right to be angry, and you know it, and you don't. So stand here and listen, and if it becomes too much, find something to do with your hands.]
[He watches Jotaro with quiet eyes, listens as attentively as anyone has ever listened to anything in the history of the world. The world, in fact, turns on his attention, as it always does.]
[The World. Does he feel guilty for passing that piece of information along? No. He should. But he doesn't. So many things he should, and doesn't. What can someone do with a name?]
[Everything. A name is everything.]
[He crosses over to the tree and tugs the stiletto out, frowning slightly at the blade as he ascertains its condition. Perfect, of course; he always keeps his knives perfect. Carefully, he wipes the edge off with his shirt until it's quite clean.]
And you see it as your job to take care of threats.
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[He watches Jotaro with quiet eyes, listens as attentively as anyone has ever listened to anything in the history of the world. The world, in fact, turns on his attention, as it always does.]
[The World. Does he feel guilty for passing that piece of information along? No. He should. But he doesn't. So many things he should, and doesn't. What can someone do with a name?]
[Everything. A name is everything.]
[He crosses over to the tree and tugs the stiletto out, frowning slightly at the blade as he ascertains its condition. Perfect, of course; he always keeps his knives perfect. Carefully, he wipes the edge off with his shirt until it's quite clean.]
And you see it as your job to take care of threats.