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.
That's the trouble with a Stand like Heaven's Door, Reimi is slowly growing to realize. There's so much potential to do good with it, so many ways that she could use it to help — and that's just it. There are so many things she could do to help, and nothing to stop her from it.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And the sort of strength that Abbacchio is looking for...that's not something that ought to come from a few strokes of a pen, however easy it might be to do.
It shouldn't be that easy.
But — it also doesn't have to be so hard.
So what she writes is, I will wake feeling rested after I sleep, and doesn't let him see it as she carefully closes the page.]
All done! I bet you're feeling better already, huh?
[It's a strange sensation, his forehead opening for her and having himself revealed in such a way. But he trusts Reimi completely, unconcerned, closing his eyes as he places himself essentially in her hands.
He has no idea what she's written. Just that she's written something. He lets out a sigh of relief when it's done.]
Yeah, actually. Like there's some weight coming off of my shoulders.
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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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That's the trouble with a Stand like Heaven's Door, Reimi is slowly growing to realize. There's so much potential to do good with it, so many ways that she could use it to help — and that's just it. There are so many things she could do to help, and nothing to stop her from it.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And the sort of strength that Abbacchio is looking for...that's not something that ought to come from a few strokes of a pen, however easy it might be to do.
It shouldn't be that easy.
But — it also doesn't have to be so hard.
So what she writes is, I will wake feeling rested after I sleep, and doesn't let him see it as she carefully closes the page.]
All done! I bet you're feeling better already, huh?
[Inwardly, she holds her breath, and hopes.]
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He has no idea what she's written. Just that she's written something. He lets out a sigh of relief when it's done.]
Yeah, actually. Like there's some weight coming off of my shoulders.
...Thank you. For doing this.