[Yes, and the answer rises instantaneously within him, just as it had been before. Yes, because he will always be there for Jotaro, Jotaro will always be there for him, there's no question, no hesitation--
And yet right now, the yes comes with a hot tinge of hurt. Yes, and yet his stomach curls, and he grips his cigarette harder.
Polnareff, always the last to know. It had happened with Avdol, but he'd been so happy to see him that he hadn't had time to nurse his hurt. And here-- well, Polnareff knows why Jotaro hadn't told him immediately. It's Giorno's secret, and Jotaro values privacy, he knows the weight of secrets, of family lineage. It wasn't entirely his secret to say-- and yet here's Polnareff, three weeks later, only just catching up on what everyone else already knows.]
Yeah?
[It's a request for assurance, quiet and childish and immediately regretted. Polnareff glances away, ears red-- stupid, he thinks, and sucks at his cigarette.]
Giorno knows that we killed him, then. That we killed his father.
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And yet right now, the yes comes with a hot tinge of hurt. Yes, and yet his stomach curls, and he grips his cigarette harder.
Polnareff, always the last to know. It had happened with Avdol, but he'd been so happy to see him that he hadn't had time to nurse his hurt. And here-- well, Polnareff knows why Jotaro hadn't told him immediately. It's Giorno's secret, and Jotaro values privacy, he knows the weight of secrets, of family lineage. It wasn't entirely his secret to say-- and yet here's Polnareff, three weeks later, only just catching up on what everyone else already knows.]
Yeah?
[It's a request for assurance, quiet and childish and immediately regretted. Polnareff glances away, ears red-- stupid, he thinks, and sucks at his cigarette.]
Giorno knows that we killed him, then. That we killed his father.