torsion | 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗.

No, I think most people can't see him, so you shouldn't be able to either.

[Almost absentmindedly, he reaches up with the hand that isn't holding his soda and buries it in the purple gremlin's hair, ruffling it the way that one might do for a particularly playful dog.]

You keep talking about your unit, STARS. I'm kinda surprised he isn't more confused...because that's his name. Star.

Well, guess I'm not most people.

[ She watches with curiosity, trying to understand what this is since the guy apparently isn't human. Or, maybe it's just a big kid? After all, Jill would do the same thing to Jotaro if he wasn't wearing that dang hat. ]

Oh. It's an acronym -- Special Tactics and Rescue Service -- but ah, hey.

Everything you do is acronyms, huh...

[Another hair-ruffle or two, and he withdraws his hand, leaving the purple figure to slowly settle back into awareness of its surroundings, peering at Jill through big blue eyes with dilated pupils.]

It's after the tarot card, The Star. He's...it's kind of complicated. But he's mine.

I mean if you want me to say Special Tactics and Rescue Service or Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance every time I will, you smart ass.

[ But it's a fond smart ass. It lights up her eyes, not unlike when she talks about Chris. Hm. ]

I see. Mohammed reads tarot, doesn't he? Don't gotta talk about it, either way. Be like me talking about the Mansion Incident. No quick way around it?

So you're saying Americans come up with all these long names and then it just happens that every time they're the right letters to have a catchy acronym? Every time?

[He's getting pretty used to names like that. Smartass, bastard man. They fit him well.]

He's the one who named Star, yeah. Had me pick one of his cards and that's the one that came up. It fits, though, so I guess he was right.

What makes you think we only do it in America? Other than you're messing with me... which is fair, since I keep doing it with you.

[ Horrible bastard man. Still, Jill cracks a smile on screen, lips twitching in a corner, threatening to spill over into a chuckle. ]

I see. Did you just sort of... pull a card to see what represented you, then? I don't know much about it so I can't tell if it's like you or not... I guess I'm just sort of not comfortable with magic and all that, which I've mentioned to Mohammed. He's got a soothing nature about him, though. Might change my mind with how he talks about it.

Who, me? I'm not fucking with you in the slightest.

[HE IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WITH HER, 100%.]

...But yeah. He said take one, and that'll be its name. His name. I looked it up later, and the Star means things like...hope. I guess the cards are kind of like a story? If you lay them all out, the meanings tell a story, or...something.

[Avdol is so much better at this, but he's trying, at least.]

Anyway. The big thing about the Star is that it comes right after the Tower, which I guess is like...a big upset. A cataclysm. Everything getting shaken up. And the idea is, after that happens you look up at the sky and see a star, and that's hope. I think that's what he meant. What kind of Star he is. When everything goes to shit, Star's still there for me.

Yet you upped the ante with fuckin' with. Hmm.

[ SHE CAN TELL, but she's going to let him have this victory. He deserves it. ]

Hm. That's... well, that's nice. You sure it's just meant to be the Star is there for you and not that you can be that for someone? Kind of an honor, I'd think.

...I don't want to be that for anyone.

[Except that, as he goes quiet and descends deep into thought as he looks away in typical tsundere fashion, something happens to his expression — after a moment, a slight touch of warmth similar to Jill's own from before colors his features. A faint, personal smile, one that he doesn't even really realize is at the corners of his mouth.

Simply put: he's got a tell.]

There are better people to look at for something like that.

Not the point I was making. I'm not talking about someone's holy grail. Sometimes you... get close to someone, you know? They're like an extension of you. The world on your shoulders is something I understand well -- literally, sometimes -- so I wouldn't want that for you, of course.

[ But there's a but. She can tell there's more to him and his experiences than what she's been made aware of. Jill considers drawing attention to this, maybe even laughing a little, but she'll cut him some slack.

He's cute, after all. ]

"Better" is always subjective. Sometimes there's only one person that can make it right for you. It's never as simple as you want it to be, Jotaro.

...I had this friend once.

[It's an interesting turn of phrase Jill chooses, and one that snatches his attention and won't let it go again: someone's holy grail. That was what the crusades were always about, wasn't it? People chasing after something, an ideal, spurred on by their need to reach it.

Cairo was their holy grail, to all outward appearances. But even before his mom got sick, Jiji's crusade was still there. For him it was always about Dio Brando, and the body of Jonathan Joestar. Polnareff's crusade was about his sister's killer.

What was Kakyoin's holy grail? Did he even have one? Had he really only done everything he did for the sake of following along on someone else's crusade? Or...had there been something, all along, and he just hadn't realized it...?]

He wasn't...an extension of me. But we could fight like it, sometimes. I knew what he would do. He knew what I would do. It made us good. Better together than if we were alone.

[He faced Dio alone. He forced him into a corner the way that only Kakyoin and his Hierophant could have...]

I wasn't there when he died. Sometimes I think if I had been, I could've done something. Sometimes I'm not so sure.

...I know that I was the one he was thinking of, when he died. I think I was his Star, right then. I don't think I deserve it, but I think that's what he thought.

[ She listens with great care -- to the silence between the sounds, even. It's something she knows well. It's achingly familiar, like a ghosting hand over her own palm to guide her. It's too familiar, though for her it was more intense with Chris. ]

...I'm, I'm not trying to put you on the spot or anything, but before I can answer you or make any comments, I need to know. Is there a specific reason that you're talking to me about this?

[ There's a hint to her voice. Not a warning, but clear that it holds her heavily, that it means something to her. Like he's asking her a personal question even if it's just about himself. It's something she knows. ]

[Briefly, he catches himself wishing that this were still being done through text. It wouldn't change the confessions any, but it's somehow easier to get his thoughts out of his head when his voice isn't involved. He wishes, sometimes, that he knew why that is. It shouldn't be any different, in theory, but it is.

But Jill...Jill deserves a real answer, he knows. She's easier than most to open up to. And he hasn't forgotten the way she looked in the grocery store, that flash of something distant and melancholy that he'd understood all too well.]

You're okay to talk to.

[He's not looking at her, but this time it looks more like he's hanging his head than avoiding her gaze. He's mumbling, too, but not to the point of being incoherent.]

And I think you get it. That...kind of thing. People who haven't...had their whole world change, because of something that happened, they don't get it. Not really. But I think you do. Because something bad happened to you, and it changed everything for you, too.

...Right?

[ She looks at him and her expression softens. Sweetens. He gets it. But that wasn't what it was about for her. It's enough to make her crack a smile and lean in a bit to the screen like she is telling him a secret in-person, even though it's quite clear she's alone. ]

...that wasn't what I meant, but you're not wrong. I thought... maybe you knew something else about me. Your friend and I, we have a lot in common.

[ She lets it drag off, looks away but it's nearly imperceptibly to the side. But knowing him, he's noticed. He's not focusing on anything else the same way she isn't. That it's the two of them. She lightly clears her throat into a sound, an ah that drags off like she's lost for words. Is lost for words. ]

...your friend and myself, it sounds like we both made a choice for someone else. Which isn't fair to the people we love, but we did it for a reason. Even if ultimately it meant the worst for us. [ It's clear what she means to say, but she struggles to let it come out. She doesn't want to talk about it, but Jotaro is putting faith in her. And though she's told Leone, she thinks Jotaro deserves it and won't put weight on her. He'll understand in his own way. ] About four years ago, I was on a mission. It didn't go the way we planned. My partner was thrown around like a toy. I saw an out, a way to ensure his safety and make sure he could fight on, so... that's why I thought.

[ That you knew. ]

You said four years is — you said, give or take four years. That you were a prisoner.

[Which means it wasn't four years at some indeterminate point in her history, four years with space in-between to let it fade into the past. That means four years ago something bad happened to Jill and she's been paying for it ever since, except that now she's here instead of there.

Fifty days is a lot different than four years. But the suddenness of it...yeah. Yeah, he gets that.]

I thought what happened to you was like what happened to me, but — maybe you're right, that what you went through is closer to what he did. Maybe I'm the one who knows how Chris feels. And you're the one who knows how Kakyoin felt.

[He rubs a hand over his face, mostly to hide his expression, disliking how raw and how vulnerable he feels, voicing this.]

I wish I could tell him I'm sorry. I don't know if he'd even want to hear that. Would you...?

Yeah. It's how it happened. I jumped out a window over a cliff, into the water below. I don't remember much of what happened afterward beyond waking up in an operating room, but I fully didn't expect...

[ To wake up. To exist and be alive. But it's something there so he knows the connection now. Who, how, and why. He deserved to know when he's offering her this and he understands it intimately. Time didn't matter. You couldn't compare suffering. ]

It could be, maybe. But I think you understand and what... what you've felt is valid, of course. But I think you can also understand that the sort of things we did for the people we care about, we wouldn't do it if we didn't want you to carry on. Because you matter. I can't say I understand him fully because we're different, we're not the same people... but if he did it. He did it because he wanted to, not just needed to.

[ Jill understands it. She tries to hide with a cant of her head, with a bit of her fringe disguising her eyes. It's always in her eyes, regardless of how her mouth is set or voice may waver. ]

I think he... like me, we'd understand. Why. That it's reciprocated, that if you had the opportunity you'd have done what we did, right? It's not so easy as just letting it go for either side. I was saved when it came down to it. My partner found me, he set down his weapons and let me break his bones. He never gave up on me. [ It's sweeter despite the hurt. ] Not the same. But I think you already know the answer it's just... it's different hearing it. You deserve that.

An operating room? ...You don't mean in a hospital.

[Somehow he doubts POWs get hospitals. It's not like he knows anything about it, either way, but. Whoof. Probably better to leave that one alone, for Jill to decide about. It's none of his business until and unless she makes it his business.]

...He was so smart. Kakyoin. When he died, he was...trying to solve a puzzle. Figure out a secret. I don't think, of all of us — I don't think any of us could've figured it out except him. So if because of that, it had to be him...I guess that makes it harder to know whether he would've wanted it to be him.

[He rubs his eyes on his sleeve, then drops his hand and makes himself look up.]

I'm glad he found you. Is — is it okay now? For you. Back there. Are you safe now?

Laboratory. I only remember flashes of it before I was put into a stasis chamber for further healing, I think.

[ She remembers fluorescent lights. Humming, swinging. Derisive laughter. Fingers ghosting her shoulder. She thinks it doesn't bother her, but it does. ]

Whether it was just him or not, he still made the choice. You're putting too much emphasis on what you feel and think about him, not about the choices he made. I know when zero hour hits there's... it's not always blatant. We don't always get this action movie third choice that solves it. But he made that choice -- because that's what it was. That's the only thing you can be confident in, is that of course no one wants to die or make a sacrifice, but it isn't a movie. It's something done knowing you might not walk out. Yeah?

[ Her expression slips, but it's not negative or sharp. Like a sigh. Like she's explaining this to Chris and not someone else with a different situation. ]

I think I am. We had to part ways. I made him leave me behind because I would've slowed them down, but from what I hear from someone else from my world, I make it out. Been worried about it for a while, actually. [ Her chuckle is weak and nervous. ] It takes a load off me. Dying once is enough for me.

It's not like I can just figure out what he was thinking.

[Grump grump grump. Her point is well taken, he has to concede; it just makes him crabby to have to own up to the fact that she's right.]

Guess I'll...try to think about it like that more often, though.

[GRUMP.]

M'glad you make it out. I — [But he fumbles, words seeming to fail him, and he shakes his head a little.] Good. You're okay then. That's good.

I think... Chris was probably the same for me. But I imagine time was running out on your end, too? It's not easy to talk about and no matter how dire it is, even knowing I might've -- most likely would -- die... I wanted to believe maybe it wouldn't be, you know? There's only so much nerve you have no matter how strong you are. Regrets, what you could've had... it's easier to realize them when you're on that wire.

[ Being right isn't her goal, of course. She just wants him to understand where she came from and in-turn, where his friend (or something more, maybe) could've been coming from. If he was anything like Chris, maybe there was some kind of love there. But she won't pry. Feelings are hard enough to talk about and figure out without all of this attached.

She knows this too well. She still struggles with her own and won't let herself delve too deeply, yet she waits. So what does that really mean? ]

I hope you can find some closure. On your terms. I understand the choice wasn't given to you and it feels... difficult. Impossible because there's no line that ends it. I guess that's what I feel now? But if you can't have it, you can't have it. If he was like me at all, he wouldn't want you to sulk so much. What's the point of sacrifice if all it ends up in is misery, yeah?

[ She's going to make it more awkward, though. ]

It's good. You wanna get a drink or something? Wait. Milkshake. Or soda. I don't know.

[For a second, he just stares at her, as though he was about to engage her insightful and thought-provoking remarks with some commentary of his own —

EXCEPT THAT THEN SHE CORRECTS "DRINK" TO "MILKSHAKE" AND OH, OKAY, NOW IT'S TIME TO SHOW WHERE HE GOT THAT "BASTARD MAN" MONIKER FROM

At a thought, Star Platinum goes zipping off at the speed of Really Fast™, and when Star returns a second later, a can of beer just seems to miraculously appear cradled in Jotaro's left hand.

And this is a trick he's clearly practiced, stabbing the base with a pen, lifting it to his mouth, and popping the tab like the champion he is, making direct eye contact with the video feed the whole time.

To his credit, he doesn't choke or sputter. When the can is done, he tosses it back to his Stand, who crushes it in one fist with a satisfying crunch, and then heads off to go responsibly deposit it in the recycling can.]

[ Jill just watches like what is happening right now because this is a fever dream between giant purple buff man and child who is taller and older than her somehow?? somewhere??? is chugging. It would be a pretty cool trick if she wasn't definitely aware that he's underage. ]

...so that a "no"? I mean, I could go for one. Strawberry, maybe.

[ Her face borders a laugh, at least? ]

Don't act like I'm some kid who doesn't know how to drink a beer.

[SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD TRYING TO BE HIP]

...I want chocolate.

Jotaro, I'm pretty sure you're underage and it's not hard to know how. You drink it like anything else. If you can get me proof you're of legal drinking age, I'll buy all the beer you can drink and drag your ass home but until then? Deal with it.

[ She's never smashed a can and she's pretty much the biggest dudebro. That's gotta say something. ]

Chocolate, it is. Do you like malted? I like chocolate malt.

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗.

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