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[It took Kakyoin a little under five minutes to get to the beach, trailing Hierophant behind him. He'd left behind the coat to his uniform, wearing a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.]

[...Seriously, why was it so damn hot everywhere? The Sahara hadn't been this uncomfortable.]

[Caesar takes a little longer. Not because he's suffering from inexplicable heatstroke, but because he doesn't have a Stand to hop around with. Also because he's lollygagging. Fight him about it.]

[He raises his eyebrows at Kakyoin dubiously when he sees him.]

Did you want to talk to me about your poor choices in outerwear?

...What do you mean?

[...did no one else notice it?]

It's about ten degrees out, Kakyoin, you're going to get frostbite.

[FUSSES AT LOUDLY . . .]

You don't think it's warm ou-

[for fuck's sake]

If we have to fight the sun again, I'm going to be pissed.

[dont laugh dont laugh]

[fjldksflksd WHEEZES]

What--that really happened, ask Jotaro!

I believe you! I've just never heard anyone so angry about the sun.

I think I'm perfectly justified in being angry if it's screwing with me. Again.

Are you going to punch the sun with Hamon, Kakyoin.

No, that's absolutely ridiculous.

I can't reach that far. Hierophant has a better chance of that.

I was teasing you. Obviously Hierophant would punch the sun.

[when caesar zeppeli thinks you are being too serious....]

My Hierophant doesn't punch things, that's Star Platinum's job.

[...is he being so serious he's looped into sarcasm]

[probably]

We'd just shoot it.

You need to calm down.

I am the picture of calm. I don't just go flying off the handle at the drop of a hat.

[Just. Such a look.]

[the world's most innocent smile]

[He rolls his eyes.]

What do you want, Kakyoin?

Okay, okay. Like I said, I have something for you. And I want you to have it, but at the same time I'm not sure if it's overstepping some line I'm not completely aware of. So what I'm getting that is I'm going to give you something, and if you want to punch me for getting involved in something that's none of my business, I won't stop you.

...If you do, just give me a chance to take my glasses off first.

. . . That's a very ominous lead-up.

[sighs.....]

All right. Show me.

[Without hesitating much more than that, he took an envelope out of his pocket and held it out. Inside was a photograph of a teenage Joseph Joestar, as much a grinning smartass as ever.]

[...Kakyoin calmly took off his glasses, just in case.]

[That.]

[That feels like being punched right in the face. Yes it does. Like dying all over again. Like when Jotaro held out the stupid belt and expected him to understand it. Kakyoin is expecting him to understand this, and he doesn't. He doesn't understand this at all.]

[He hates that. And he hates Joseph. And he hates Kakyoin a lot right now, in large part because of how pathetically grateful he feels. Fuck that.]

[Every muscle in his body is tense, like he's ready to fight. Slowly, he lifts his eyes and stares at Kakyoin evenly.]

...When I first got here, I was on my own. I know I've said that before.

[He knew it wouldn't make sense on its own, and knew he was taking a risk. Caesar could easily hate him for this, and he might even be right to. But Kakyoin didn't back down, arms held at his sides and a steady look on his face.]

But not long after that, I got back a photograph all of us took together. I didn't really tell anyone, but I was clinging to that thing like it was my last goddamn lifeline to when we were all alive and together. ...I mean, I guess it was. So I just...thought it would be worth having, until he got here.

Don't mistake this for me feeling sorry for you. You're enough like me that I know you would beat the living hell out of anyone that did that, and I don't really care to take pity on people like I'm better than them or something stupid like that.

...You can still punch me for it if you want to. If I crossed some kind of line here. I won't complain, and I won't tell anyone what happened if they ask. I'll take what I deserve and keep my damn mouth shut from now on.

No. No, just - just shut up for a minute. You talk a lot.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose; in the back of his head there's a pounding headache growing. His fingers are freezing, like he's bleeding to death all over again. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and think, just think.]

[Hitting Kakyoin is going to do nothing at all. Just make him alone. And maybe he wants to be and maybe he doesn't, but it wasn't . . . supposed to be a bad thing. It wasn't supposed to be. And hurting him seems wrong, not because he's weak or any nonsense like that but because it would be too much like self-pity.]

[What the hell is he going to do with this thing, though? Keep it? Put it somewhere he can see it? Every day he'll see it and hate Joseph, hate himself for being dead, hate everyone here for not being the right person. So what the hell is the point?]

[He lets out a sharp breath, crosses his arms, opens his eyes. Now he just looks tired.]

I really hate all of you, you know.

...

[Kakyoin didn't answer, of course. He just stayed exactly where he was, listening in silence.]

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i'm sorry i could not help myself

oh my god

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