[He draws in a slow breath, listening quietly as Giorno begins to tell him his story, and for a moment he gets caught up in listening — wanting to hear the significance of the girl named Trish, wondering if he'll elaborate on that reference to "my family" — but eventually he's heard enough, waited long enough, and as Giorno says We had to work at it, because, Star Platinum stops the world.
All of a sudden, it's quiet again. Everything is still. No leaves are rustling, no passerby are chattering, the rhythm and pulse of the city's general existence have gone silent. Giorno has gone silent, too, and he doesn't know it. He'll never know it, not until it's already done.
This quiet place in the space between time was once Dio's world. It's his now. This is yet another inheritance he didn't want.
Quietly, he reaches into his pocket, finds the half-used package of cigarettes he'd been digging for earlier. That, he suspends in midair where he's been standing, watching it freeze in place once he takes his fingers off of it.
Then, he simply turns and walks another few paces away, with Star Platinum dutifully following him. He makes sure it's far enough away to be immediately noticeable. He also makes sure it's close enough that he'll be able to hear how Giorno finishes that sentence; he sort of wants to hear the answer that's going to follow that because, once he has the chance to finish it.
Might as well give him that chance.
Time will resume.
The world moves again, and the cigarette pack falls.]
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All of a sudden, it's quiet again. Everything is still. No leaves are rustling, no passerby are chattering, the rhythm and pulse of the city's general existence have gone silent. Giorno has gone silent, too, and he doesn't know it. He'll never know it, not until it's already done.
This quiet place in the space between time was once Dio's world. It's his now. This is yet another inheritance he didn't want.
Quietly, he reaches into his pocket, finds the half-used package of cigarettes he'd been digging for earlier. That, he suspends in midair where he's been standing, watching it freeze in place once he takes his fingers off of it.
Then, he simply turns and walks another few paces away, with Star Platinum dutifully following him. He makes sure it's far enough away to be immediately noticeable. He also makes sure it's close enough that he'll be able to hear how Giorno finishes that sentence; he sort of wants to hear the answer that's going to follow that because, once he has the chance to finish it.
Might as well give him that chance.
Time will resume.
The world moves again, and the cigarette pack falls.]