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[billionboy]

OH, SHIT, CAESAR-- [ The voice sounds panicked since he is accesses the telepathy first to get obviously Caesar's attention before -- ] FUCK -- shit -- rocks! Ah! That hur-- ow! How long is -- goddamn hill! Ack! Ow-ow-ow-- shitfuckass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

...Oof.

[ Long pause, muffled. ] I tripped.

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[girasole]

[...here's the worst part. He knows. He immediately knows, deep down, instinctively, knows. He's been in...maybe not the same situation, but similar enough, that he knows.] Somewhere isolated's probably the best. If we have this happen somewhere the...others are then we might be interrupted.

I'll bring in Okuyasu, find...someone, I don't know who, but there must be someone who can heal him. And then we can talk about where.

[tropism]

[ he shakes his head. ] We can't just bring in anyone. You know that.

.... since Jotaro's family is the cause, ask him if he knows someone else from his world who's been brought here.

As far as I know - I came alone. [ a hollow laugh. ] For all the reassurance that will be to anyone.

[girasole]

Of course I wouldn't. [And he'd say what the plan was - Could you heal my friend and coincidentally hang around and be available? No reason. Someone's testing their powers and needs a lot of space. Thanks. - but...] Normally I'd say that's impossible but apparently I'm a saint.

I'll figure out something.

[tropism]

[ he wanted to say something. it's at the tip of his tongue. a thanks, or even to just ... take care, or good luck. all pleasantries have left him and he's exhausted. he had told a girl that they would all be intruders, one way or another, in another world.

he did not expect it to come this soon.

he says nothing to caesar after. he cannot bring to say any of that to him, knowing what little he does of his fate from these hurried conversations; which are quickly leading to heated confrontations.

in any case he does not have a stand. and he's met jotaro. he did not need a stand to make his anger felt. okuyasu was also the same, though not as sharp as jotaro. he can handle okuyasu. he's predictable. jotaro, he doesn't know as well. and he killed his father. he doesn't know how he's going keep a hold of his emotions once he sees him; the same can probably be said of jotaro.

therefore, logic tells him that it is in his best interests to have caesar remain on his side, or at least even slightly sympathetic of his situation, even if it's not by his choice. an appeal to common bonds is a cheap trick, and at the end of the day caesar may not even agree to being used the way that giorno thinks of him, but a modicum of peace has to be preserved if all of them intend on being heard on their terms. and it's not like giorno likes his options.

his hand touches the mark on the back of his neck. luck, or a curse? he's not of their blood, he's at least certain of that. he belongs to passione; is passione. joestar or not, giorno knows who he is.

in the end, the only thing he says to him is, ]

Time and place. Let me know, and I'll come.