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[Oh, right.]

Josuke's my granduncle. So he'd beeee great grandpa's other kid. That he had. With not his wife, from what I gathered.

[He does...a bit of math and...] Oh...then he would be my great-grandson? And-

[Oh.

Oh dear.] .........my grandson did what?

[joseph joestar, he knows not your name, but they need to talk,]

Yeah, great-grandson. My grandma would be your great-granddaughter.

[Oh my god, this is turning into a beautiful shit show and she's kind of enjoying just spilling the tea on what she knows about everyone now.]

Y e p. As you can tell, being parents in this family is kind of a shitty ordeal.

[This is getting extremely distressing.

...wait he's realized something even more distressing.] ...you haven't met any of these people...have you, [he realizes, eyes slowly widening.] ...We have all of this family...yet neither of us have even seen them, have we?

... [He doesn't find it in him to note that only he had a proper 'excuse' given to him by reality.]

[O o f.

She's sighing and finding a loose blanket to curl herself in, her focus not remotely on him at this point.]

Just you, my dad, and Josuke. No one else.

[Jonathan doesn't have words for that. Not especially. He tries to think, tries to think on how it could make any sense at all- why a father would keep someone from their family (did they disagree? is the rest of the family, his family, apparently so much worse somehow? Or is it something else?). Why there would be this...mystery, this distance.

He can't even think of a start to what the reason could be. So instead, he tries to channel a bit of hamon through the fabric of his blanket enough to let him wriggle out, coming over to Jolyne's arm.

It's. Not really the best hug, he supposes, but he does at least take a moment to consider how to go about it before quietly wrapping his wings around her forearm. There.]

...I'm...sorry. ...I know this isn't anything I myself can control... ...but it feels important that you hear those words from someone, rather than no one at all.

I wish I could change this, for the better in particular. The existence of family...it shouldn't be something that hurts. And I am sorry for that, Jolyne.

[What is he doing? She's quiet for a moment until she feels that little bit of attachment on her forearm. It's what pulls her from her thoughts to finally look at him, a soft huff of breath escaping through mostly grit teeth. She hates being pitied, she really does and this is exactly what it feels like.

But she can't hate him for... trying? Trying is the word.

She's using her free arm to gently pat his head with a slightly forced smile.]

It's not your fault that shit has played out the way it has. If I hadn't had my damn familiar pop up then I wouldn't even have this much and be stuck in a jail cell in shithole Florida. So I guess I can't... complain too much, y'know?

Truthfully that feels a little...worse? [Sorry, he's got to say it.] You explained that your father had arranged to bring you here after your 'Stand' appeared, didn't he?

...It implies rather heavily that he could have helped you out in the first place. Given why you were there to begin with... ...it isn't right, [he sighs quietly, resting his head against Jolyne's arm for the moment.]

...He should have helped you before it came to that.

I... did, yeah. [She's a little hesitant to answer that question, entirely. There were some days in that first month or so that she'd have rather been back in prison than being here. Not that she's about to let Jonathan know any of that, she's already told other people too much and even if he's related to her, she'd rather play this closer to her chest.]

Evidently he didn't want me getting involved in this if he didn't have to. Even if, fucking surprise, I still ended up getting involved whether he meant me to or not! [There's a real hint of resentment to her tone, huffing as she's curling further into the blankets.]

He's a fuckin' bastard, that's all there is to it.

[He doesn't especially like the idea of encouraging anger. Actually he doesn't like that idea at all- and it certainly wasn't the goal, not with his words.

Jonathan sighs- a very quiet sound, from a very quiet bat, and closes his eyes for but a moment. He wants to comment, but...] I...

...I wonder now... ...would I have been like that myself, if things had not proceeded in this way..?

[He never told Erina about Windknight's lot. He didn't even tell her he was leaving to fight Dio. He hadn't wanted her involved. He hadn't wanted her hurt.

He'd hurt her anyway, with how things ended- but had he lived...

Would it have instead been like this?]

[There's a difference between not telling a human this kind of thing and telling someone who is going to get involved one way or the other, Jonathan. She's a Joestar, born and bred as such, which meant she was going to get into some sort of trouble with or without anyone's help.

She's quiet for a long moment on that question, her focus remaining on him and... lord, this is deeper than she had meant for this to be.]

You didn't get a choice in the matter. And I'm sure if you had gotten a chance that you wouldn't have done some shit like this, you're a lot different than him in a number of different ways. [Her voice is soft as she says all of that, not too sure if she's really getting her point across to where she wants to.]

You aren't immediately intimidating, for one. And don't say it's because you're a damn bat, it's your spirit is what I mean.

[Jonathan looks up for a quiet moment, and he finds words caught in his throat with each attempt to speak. Eventually, his wings move back to come more about himself, eyes turned downward.]

...I didn't tell Erina, when I went to fight Dio, [he says quietly. And they never did get to explaining Dio the other day, did they? Perhaps another time. Perhaps even now if it seems right, but...] ...I shall admit, we were not married at the time- that was afterward, and I could never have asked her such a thing when the threat of his atrocities hung over head but...

I did not tell her. ...It is perhaps strange to think of it now, so long after it is over...at the time, I had simply though, 'I cannot let her worry for this'. 'I cannot make her a target'. We travelled to Windknights lot...and there faced Dio in combat, for what I had thought to be the last time.

And when I returned, I did not tell her of what transpired. Perhaps Speedwagon explained after...after she was recovered, [he manages with a choke.] Or one of those from Tibet, perhaps.

But my death was nevertheless the first time she saw such things... ...and I cannot help but think that this is my fault...

[...] ...Do you truly think so..? That my spirit could be so strong, despite such a transgression..? I left her to mourn so soon...and she did not even know why for.

[She's going to let him talk until he's done, a small frown crossing her lips instead. It's a whole complicated thing from what she can tell and from what she's read, as well. There's differences to that story, she knows damn well what they are and she's taking a deep breath to calm her nerves once he's done.]

I really think so.

The difference is that the reason you did what you did was to keep her from being a target, you thought everything was over. You did it to ensure that she was safe when she didn't have a way to defend herself.

[God, how does she...]

While I had the means to defend myself, I have the means to fight back, I had a right to know about all of this and was instead left to figure it out on my own. Alone.

My mom didn't know about any of this fucking shit, either.

[It's clear, ultimately, that there is still doubt in Jonathan's mind. He's like that- more self-deprecating than one would initially presume, more inwardly despairing that any could presume. It's easy to hide it when there's a goal to charge for, when there's something greater at stake that needs to be dealt with but when there's nothing but classwork and a sad blanket party it's a bit harder to miss.

Conversation is a good distraction however, and ultimately it'll be easier to convince him fully with time.] ....does...she know that you're here, at least..?

[Honestly, it's something that's kind of wearing on her nerves already. She gave him and answer and it feels like he's mostly ignoring it, but she's really no better at the end of the day. She has all these doubts beneath the surface, but the difference is she doesn't show them unless she absolutely trusts someone or feels the need to.]

Huh? Yeah. Or, well, kinda. She knows I'm at a school, but as far as she's aware it's somewhere to rehabilitate or some shit like that. Got to see her during the last break. [The only one good positive relationship she can really talk about, given her mom at least believed her on being innocent. While no one else fucking did.]

Ah...is that so? That's wonderful then..! [A much better topic to speak about indeed!] Will you be seeing her in the coming one? I believe that's to be...Christmas?

[...he sort of wonders what He'll be doing on Christmas now. Ah well.]

I... guess so? Don't really do Christmas much anymore. [She's an adult now after all, not that her mom still doesn't get her stuff or something. As much as she tells her she doesn't need to.]

It's weird when she asks questions, 'cause I'm not supposed to actually tell her what goes on here.

Not at all? ...I suppose traditions must have changed somewhat in a hundred years, yes... [He mutters, scratching at his chin with a claw. Ah, well.

He looks back up on that note, blinking.] ...I imagine that would mean I'm off limits then...

[That's...hmm.] ...That doesn't feel especially proper...

[Doesn't like that!]

... Eh. Used to be more of a thing when I was little. [When a certain jackhole was still around, but she's sure as shit not letting that cloud this moment for now.] She still likes to cook and refuses to not get me something at least, so I guess it still exists.

[Good grief, Jonathan. She's raising a brow at him slowly.]

Pretty sure a talking bat would break that whole "veil" shit they're trying to keep between the normal world and whatever the hell this supernatural shit is.

[Ordinarily, Jonathan tends to be Pretty Darn Straightlaced about stuff. Certainly seems that way at least.

...

There are things where he will bend on that.] ...That would require all three involved to share such information, wouldn't it?

[...He is Genuinely suggesting this.]

...And... ...It seems to me that you've both been shut out of far too much already. [In his mind, at least, Jolyne's mother has a right to be in on things.]

[Excuse? What the actual legit fuck, Jonathan?

She actually looks a little surprised by all of this, slowly blinking at him and genuinely at a loss of words.

What if they found out? Not that she thinks they'd be able to, what with her mom being a normal-ass human last time she'd checked...]

You know how pissed off they'll be if they find out about this?

We could certainly ask about the consequences, just to be safe, [he acknowledges, nodding firmly.]

But you yourself noted that your father kept 'everything' from your mother. It feels only right that she at least be allowed to know something, in my opinion. When I was introduced to the matters of the supernatural, it was only a small sliver- in that sense...I suppose I myself am a mere sliver of it as well.

It doesn't hurt to check, at least. [And then maybe worst case he can make Speedwagon shout semi-excitedly from the grave as he breaks a Rule. wao]

The last person that did that ended up on a fucking child leash with a guard for months, I'm just saying. [Ah, right, the Toki situation.]

I mean, yeah, that's.... fair, I guess. Just... I dunno if I'm too keen on pissing off the people in this school given I've seen the kind of shit they'll do or the extremes they could go to if they wanted. Pretty sure I'm already on thin ice and I'm not real keen on giving them an actual reason to strip my rights from me...

[Goddammit, Jonathan.]

[hey jolyne want to know what modern inventions sound ABSOLUTELY BARBARIC-] A....child leash..?

[THAT]

Well...if that's the case, then I shall ask them myself. Whatever answer comes, it would be in no way attached to you from there. I can simply ask if it would be possible to meet with a relative yet unaware of supernatural matters!

And surely there are parents of children who have had to be told of this sort of thing- it wouldn't be right at all to take a young child without explaining the real reason! [Oh. Oh Jonathan,

Jolyne's situation is not likely a matter of 'well she's an adult', but he certainly doesn't realize that.]

A child leash. Or, well, more like a backpack with a leash on it, but same concept.

[Good fucking lord.]

I hope you know what you're doing, because this sounds like a fucking shitty plan to me, dude. Like, I know you're barely an adult yourself, but I thought you'd be a bit smarter than me. [He's literally only a year older, Jolyne.]

...? You know there's mage families and shit, right? That's mostly where the children are from.

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