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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.



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[starmark]

...When I say I trust you...

[He's slow, when he begins, not so much choosing his words carefully as simply taking his time with the thoughts; it's a subtle difference, but on Jotaro it's an obvious one, particularly to someone who knows him so well. Words wouldn't come easily, whether he was trying to craft them or not. As it is, he feels burned-out and tired, with ache already ringing his eyes like the dark circles he suspects he'll have in the morning.]

I never...expect promises. Certainties, I mean. It's not about being infallible.

[He pulls Giorno a little tighter; it's strange how he almost feels like an impostor like this, a little kid playing at being an adult, in a too-big body to match.]

What I mean is...I trust that you'll tell me what you honestly believe. And that when you act, it'll be on honest belief. I might not ever be able to see him differently than I do. You might do things differently than I would. Maybe I'll disagree with them, even, but...

...I don't know what's right. I know what I think is right. And I trust you, always, to do what you believe is right. So...at least if we're all trying, one of us will probably get to it. Even if it's not me.

I believe in you. And I believe...that you think, that there's no version of "right" that involves me getting hurt. So...

[digiorno]

[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.