[It's not about being infallible.]

[That's a wonderful kind of statement. Awe-inspiring, really. Isn't that what he's supposed to be - perfect, so that no one else has to be? So that other people can make mistakes and it won't ruin everything? He must be perfect, or everything falls apart.]

[So this - it's not about being infallible - it makes him gust out a sigh, easy to disguise as Jotaro pulls him close, and he thinks it must be so difficult to be Jotaro, to give comfort to someone who's chosen to lead when you haven't chosen it yourself. He clings tightly to the sleeve of his gakuran and buries his face in it and thinks if I had been there no one would have gotten hurt except for me.]

[It's a guilty thing to think. But if he could pull all of that weight off of Jotaro's shoulders . . . some days he feels like he should. Some days he feels like he could be Atlas.]

There isn't one.

[He says this fiercely, pressing himself tight against Jotaro's side, refusing to be forgotten or ignored.]

There's no reality where you getting hurt is right. So I won't allow it. I don't allow wrong things to happen anymore.