[She reaches over and down, gathering up the little Stand into her arms and holding him as though he were a toddler himself, balanced on her hip even though he doesn't actually weigh anything at all.
Old habits die hard, and some don't die even after you die.]
Which means...yeah. He's sort of a ghost right now. I'm not...really happy about that, but I think he's enjoying it. New experiences, and all that.
Kind of figures his Stand is basically a baby. Suits him.
[The Rohan Disapproval Squad does not relent. Well... relents a little. Abbacchio almost says something like "yeah that creep would enjoy being a ghost wouldn't he", but he holds his tongue for Reimi's sake. Which, considering he didn't hold his opinions about Giorno even for Bruno's sake means a lot.]
Well, c'mon. I won't make you guys hang out by my door.
[Into the apartment they go. Which... looks kind of sparse comparatively to how Abbacchio has previously decorated his home.]
He looks like he's about four years old, doesn't he?
[She trots inside, bringing Arnold and Heaven's Door with her, and glances around with a hidden frown. The personality has definitely been toned down, which...isn't great, but at the same time, she can hardly blame him. How long did she go herself, without adding any decoration to her city-granted apartment? Even now she feels like the apartment is more Rohan's than hers.]
You said something similar happened to you, too. You didn't — I mean, did Moody Blues go on vacation for a little while, then?
[She almost says lose Moody Blues, but immediately thinks better of that particular verb choice, given the givens.]
[Actually, now that he thinks about that it, that's about how old Rohan was when Reimi was killed, huh? For all of Abbacchio's mocking, that's a real trauma that's obviously shown in his Stand. Just like a lot of people's Stands reflect their hearts.
Welp. He won't comment on that any further then.]
Oh. Yeah, I swapped with someone for a bit. Well, more like he ended up in control of Moody Blues, and I got this weird... self-awareness for awhile? It was kind of fucking crazy. It wasn't for long though.
I don't think you'd be happy without him. And he'd miss you too.
[How to explain this... Abbacchio sighs and puts his hands on his hips.]
It's weird. Larry's from this world where he's... aware he's a video game character. Even though he's very much flesh and blood. I got some kind of awareness about myself too. I don't know how else to explain it. Except that I have a real distinct opinion now about some bands and song choices. You ever listen to Freek'N You? I couldn't get it out of my head for a day. I hated it.
Kind of, yeah? Somewhere out there, I'm a manga and anime protagonist and it's weird. Did you know that there's some kind of tradition in the generation of Giorno's shitty family that a guy dies sending the main character a message? I didn't sign up for that garbage. Fuck you, Giorno.
[What is up with those Joestars.]
Well, I'm not affected anymore, so I couldn't say. But I'd probably peg you as the protagonist who ultimately resolved everything, wouldn't you?
You kind of gave me some vague clues, but we never really talked about it. Can't really judge, I used to keep Moody Blues' abilities really tightly wrapped.
He — Heaven's Door, he can change things. About people.
[She fidgets a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.]
Remember when I was dating that guy a couple months back, and he had that microphone that could mind-control people if he used it? I asked Rohan to use Heaven's Door on me, and write that I couldn't be controlled by something like that. I didn't want him to worry about me — or for you to have any reason to worry, either.
That's what Heaven's Door does. If he writes in someone, what he writes becomes true.
...So I came to ask if you want me to write in you.
[She starts to duck her head, but then stops herself, and regards him steadily instead.]
I know you'd never trust Rohan to do it. But I know you trust me. And I hate seeing you unhappy, and I know...that sometimes you don't feel like you're strong enough to make the changes you wish you could make.
So. There's so much I can't do for you, Niichan, but now all of a sudden I can do this. And if you want it, I'll do it. I want you to have the chance to be the person you want to be.
...You want to help me with this whole thing with Mohammed.
[Which is... understandable. Frustratingly, all of Abbacchio's progress has been thrown out the window. He's back to what he was before, worthless again, using as many crutches as possible. And somehow, it feels even emptier than it ever did before. His heart is hollow, and he isn't so sure he can ever want to be in love again, no matter how great it felt at the time. He wishes that somehow he could have left with Mohammed, but that's now how it's turned out.
Abbacchio should know by now that he's never lucked out with love. He's surprised it'd ever gotten as far as marriage.]
I don't know how to move on. I've never been good at it to begin with, but I've also never been in a situation like this one. Is there... a way for you to write something like that in?
[She reaches for one of his hands, taking it carefully in both of her own.]
And...I think I could do that, yeah. Something like that. Do you want me to make you forget something, or just...more like, you need the motivation you don't have?
I don't... think I want to forget him. But I want to be able to move on, because I don't think he's coming back, and I don't think I'm ever gonna see him again.
[His hand curls in hers, squeezing tight.]
So I guess if I can get the motivation, that would be a big help.
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[Oh. Oh, she's a Stand user right now. Abbacchio's brows raise.]
Something similar happened to me. Whose Stand did you get?
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[Arnold woofs, wagging his tail like the supportive good boy he is before headbutting up against Abbacchio's leg.]
Oh, oh! No, I want to do it the fun way, who knows if I'll ever get to do this again! Why should I tell you when I can show you?
[She says, as she closes her eyes and concentrates hard, and after a few moments of intense focus, a cute friend gradually fades into view.]
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Fair enough.
[But when he sees the Stand, Abbacchio looks genuinely confused.]
...I've never seen this one. [Wait. Out of all the Stand users, there are only two he hasn't seen. Jolyne's, and-- ugh.
Flatly, he asks:] Is this Rohan's?
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[She reaches over and down, gathering up the little Stand into her arms and holding him as though he were a toddler himself, balanced on her hip even though he doesn't actually weigh anything at all.
Old habits die hard, and some don't die even after you die.]
Which means...yeah. He's sort of a ghost right now. I'm not...really happy about that, but I think he's enjoying it. New experiences, and all that.
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[The Rohan Disapproval Squad does not relent. Well... relents a little. Abbacchio almost says something like "yeah that creep would enjoy being a ghost wouldn't he", but he holds his tongue for Reimi's sake. Which, considering he didn't hold his opinions about Giorno even for Bruno's sake means a lot.]
Well, c'mon. I won't make you guys hang out by my door.
[Into the apartment they go. Which... looks kind of sparse comparatively to how Abbacchio has previously decorated his home.]
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[She trots inside, bringing Arnold and Heaven's Door with her, and glances around with a hidden frown. The personality has definitely been toned down, which...isn't great, but at the same time, she can hardly blame him. How long did she go herself, without adding any decoration to her city-granted apartment? Even now she feels like the apartment is more Rohan's than hers.]
You said something similar happened to you, too. You didn't — I mean, did Moody Blues go on vacation for a little while, then?
[She almost says lose Moody Blues, but immediately thinks better of that particular verb choice, given the givens.]
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[Actually, now that he thinks about that it, that's about how old Rohan was when Reimi was killed, huh? For all of Abbacchio's mocking, that's a real trauma that's obviously shown in his Stand. Just like a lot of people's Stands reflect their hearts.
Welp. He won't comment on that any further then.]
Oh. Yeah, I swapped with someone for a bit. Well, more like he ended up in control of Moody Blues, and I got this weird... self-awareness for awhile? It was kind of fucking crazy. It wasn't for long though.
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[She teases, but the humor soon wears down into something a little more quiet.]
What do you mean, self-awareness? Like...psychic powers, or something?
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[How to explain this... Abbacchio sighs and puts his hands on his hips.]
It's weird. Larry's from this world where he's... aware he's a video game character. Even though he's very much flesh and blood. I got some kind of awareness about myself too. I don't know how else to explain it. Except that I have a real distinct opinion now about some bands and song choices. You ever listen to Freek'N You? I couldn't get it out of my head for a day. I hated it.
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[It does sound wild, no doubt, but also: Jojos.]
Oh! What does that make me, I've always wanted to know! I've got to be something good, right?
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[What is up with those Joestars.]
Well, I'm not affected anymore, so I couldn't say. But I'd probably peg you as the protagonist who ultimately resolved everything, wouldn't you?
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[Someone reads a lot of manga and also lives with a mangaka, evidently.]
Mm, I dunno, though. You really think I'm protagonist material?
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And of course I do. You're one of the strongest people I know.
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[She puts her hands on her hips, eyeing him.]
That's so cool! No fair, I want theme music, too!
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But I bet you do. I couldn't tell you what it'd be, though.
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[No, Reimi, that's reserved for Joestars, not plot dispensers. BUT REGARDLESS.]
...But hey, um. So. Heaven's Door. I never told you what he does, did I?
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What about it?
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[She fidgets a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.]
Remember when I was dating that guy a couple months back, and he had that microphone that could mind-control people if he used it? I asked Rohan to use Heaven's Door on me, and write that I couldn't be controlled by something like that. I didn't want him to worry about me — or for you to have any reason to worry, either.
That's what Heaven's Door does. If he writes in someone, what he writes becomes true.
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[No wonder Rohan's so fucking arrogant with a Stand like that.]
So what about it? What are you trying to say?
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[She starts to duck her head, but then stops herself, and regards him steadily instead.]
I know you'd never trust Rohan to do it. But I know you trust me. And I hate seeing you unhappy, and I know...that sometimes you don't feel like you're strong enough to make the changes you wish you could make.
So. There's so much I can't do for you, Niichan, but now all of a sudden I can do this. And if you want it, I'll do it. I want you to have the chance to be the person you want to be.
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[Which is... understandable. Frustratingly, all of Abbacchio's progress has been thrown out the window. He's back to what he was before, worthless again, using as many crutches as possible. And somehow, it feels even emptier than it ever did before. His heart is hollow, and he isn't so sure he can ever want to be in love again, no matter how great it felt at the time. He wishes that somehow he could have left with Mohammed, but that's now how it's turned out.
Abbacchio should know by now that he's never lucked out with love. He's surprised it'd ever gotten as far as marriage.]
I don't know how to move on. I've never been good at it to begin with, but I've also never been in a situation like this one. Is there... a way for you to write something like that in?
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[She reaches for one of his hands, taking it carefully in both of her own.]
And...I think I could do that, yeah. Something like that. Do you want me to make you forget something, or just...more like, you need the motivation you don't have?
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[His hand curls in hers, squeezing tight.]
So I guess if I can get the motivation, that would be a big help.
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[She thinks a minute, choosing the words carefully.]
"I will have the strength to move on from the things that make me sad." Is that what you want? Will that do it?
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Thank you, sorellina.
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