Then outside of this 'world', or however they were putting it. Jonathan observes his friend's behavior with an eagle's eye, the way Speedwagon has taken a breath in and looked away just in time to answer that grim question. It does not speak well for what the other knows, and he hesitates.
For how could he simply tell his friend, that last he remembers he had been dying? They've already come to this place, and heard such grim omens surrounding them- but to simply say, 'Dio returned, and I could not stop him without a cost'?
Perhaps his own expression is giving him away now. The way his own expression softens and hardens all at once, eyes distant as he swallows. "Speedwagon..." And another pause, as he closes his eyes. "I... ...Would it mean anything," he decides to ask vaguely, paining as it is to skirt about a subject with such dishonesty, "If I were to say it was the evening that Erina and I left for our honeymoon?"
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Then outside of this 'world', or however they were putting it. Jonathan observes his friend's behavior with an eagle's eye, the way Speedwagon has taken a breath in and looked away just in time to answer that grim question. It does not speak well for what the other knows, and he hesitates.
For how could he simply tell his friend, that last he remembers he had been dying? They've already come to this place, and heard such grim omens surrounding them- but to simply say, 'Dio returned, and I could not stop him without a cost'?
Perhaps his own expression is giving him away now. The way his own expression softens and hardens all at once, eyes distant as he swallows. "Speedwagon..." And another pause, as he closes his eyes. "I... ...Would it mean anything," he decides to ask vaguely, paining as it is to skirt about a subject with such dishonesty, "If I were to say it was the evening that Erina and I left for our honeymoon?"