[It takes all his willpower not to call Star Platinum forward, at that point, and that's because every instinct of his is screaming for him to do exactly that, and it's only through a conscious override of those feelings that he can hold Star back. His Stand has grown less violent as he's settled in to its use; it's not quite the same character that it was the first time he'd used it in a serious fight. But he's never forgotten its potential for that, and Star Platinum is an extension of himself, a reflection of who and what he is.
It's the same reason, he knows, that Gold Experience Requiem is moving, too — responding to everything he sees crossing Giorno Giovanna's face.
And for all that Giorno has given the impression of control throughout the conversation, Jotaro knows that in this one moment, the way that this will go is resting entirely on his shoulders. This is the moment when the balance will tip in one direction or another; and it's up to him to know which way it will go.
And for a moment, images rush through his mind — fangs and a golden jacket, an ugly scar ripping across the column of a neck, the mangled remains of Kakyoin's body and the withered, dry shape of a corpse that used to be his grandfather, knives glinting in midair, a mocking countdown, lying frozen on the bridge and watching death come crashing down at him from above —
He understands now, why that smile had looked so familiar.]
Don't do something we're going to both end up regretting.
[He doesn't take his eyes off of Giorno's face.
He does, however, take one smooth step backwards, and adds another stride's worth of space to the distance between them.]
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[It takes all his willpower not to call Star Platinum forward, at that point, and that's because every instinct of his is screaming for him to do exactly that, and it's only through a conscious override of those feelings that he can hold Star back. His Stand has grown less violent as he's settled in to its use; it's not quite the same character that it was the first time he'd used it in a serious fight. But he's never forgotten its potential for that, and Star Platinum is an extension of himself, a reflection of who and what he is.
It's the same reason, he knows, that Gold Experience Requiem is moving, too — responding to everything he sees crossing Giorno Giovanna's face.
And for all that Giorno has given the impression of control throughout the conversation, Jotaro knows that in this one moment, the way that this will go is resting entirely on his shoulders. This is the moment when the balance will tip in one direction or another; and it's up to him to know which way it will go.
And for a moment, images rush through his mind — fangs and a golden jacket, an ugly scar ripping across the column of a neck, the mangled remains of Kakyoin's body and the withered, dry shape of a corpse that used to be his grandfather, knives glinting in midair, a mocking countdown, lying frozen on the bridge and watching death come crashing down at him from above —
He understands now, why that smile had looked so familiar.]
Don't do something we're going to both end up regretting.
[He doesn't take his eyes off of Giorno's face.
He does, however, take one smooth step backwards, and adds another stride's worth of space to the distance between them.]