What does not register is what Jotaro wants to hear. Rohan has never been one for saying things to please others. He would rather hear himself talk about him and only him. He has a million things to say about himself. Compliments, fluff, pure vanity in every way. He does not hand these things out to other people-- Rohan is selfish. He is unkind. He is not the type of person you want to hear anything about yourself from because it is most likely an insult.
Washing hands or feet or following symbolism? That's just a laugh... The parallel now is something uncanny. ]
What do I see? [ A beat. ] What are you? [ I don't know what that means is not what he replies with. ]
I don't see anything I haven't seen before. I see--... [ The person he washed up with. The same guy he bickered with and skipped motels with for a week. The same guy who sat next to him when he turned into a lump of snake on the apartment floor. That's honest. Honest is what he wants, but he has to phrase it differently to not sound like a checklist. ]
I see someone who has been putting up with more than he has had to for too long. I see someone who could have walked away from a lot of things but never did. [ He draws the cloth down Jotaro's forearm-- with the scales, not against --back down to his wrist. ] Someone who has had many outs and never took them because he had something to take care of. Promises, obligations, whatever they were.
I see you, Jotaro. I don't see anything else. You're not what you think you are. [ A monster, what have you.
If I could omit that chapter...
Jotaro did not want any of his pages taken out when they had talked about it not that long ago. Nothing erased or taken from his memory though Rohan wanted the things that made him suffer gone. He had offered. Would THIS had fallen under that too? ]
Jotaro, I--... [ His chest hitches, the dirty key he keeps there thumping against how it drops on his exhale. He has frozen himself in place, holding Jotaro's hand between both of his. ]
You are you. You make me--...
[ He feels an itch... The REMINDER Jotaro needs. He forgets this: ]
You are a person who makes me happy.
[ Like the night in the store discussing how Jotaro's body had changed and flipping over the script to hear about himself. ]
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Tell me what I am.
What does not register is what Jotaro wants to hear. Rohan has never been one for saying things to please others. He would rather hear himself talk about him and only him. He has a million things to say about himself. Compliments, fluff, pure vanity in every way. He does not hand these things out to other people-- Rohan is selfish. He is unkind. He is not the type of person you want to hear anything about yourself from because it is most likely an insult.
Washing hands or feet or following symbolism? That's just a laugh... The parallel now is something uncanny. ]
What do I see? [ A beat. ] What are you? [ I don't know what that means is not what he replies with. ]
I don't see anything I haven't seen before. I see--... [ The person he washed up with. The same guy he bickered with and skipped motels with for a week. The same guy who sat next to him when he turned into a lump of snake on the apartment floor. That's honest. Honest is what he wants, but he has to phrase it differently to not sound like a checklist. ]
I see someone who has been putting up with more than he has had to for too long. I see someone who could have walked away from a lot of things but never did. [ He draws the cloth down Jotaro's forearm-- with the scales, not against --back down to his wrist. ] Someone who has had many outs and never took them because he had something to take care of. Promises, obligations, whatever they were.
I see you, Jotaro. I don't see anything else. You're not what you think you are. [ A monster, what have you.
If I could omit that chapter...
Jotaro did not want any of his pages taken out when they had talked about it not that long ago. Nothing erased or taken from his memory though Rohan wanted the things that made him suffer gone. He had offered. Would THIS had fallen under that too? ]
Jotaro, I--... [ His chest hitches, the dirty key he keeps there thumping against how it drops on his exhale. He has frozen himself in place, holding Jotaro's hand between both of his. ]
You are you. You make me--...
[ He feels an itch... The REMINDER Jotaro needs. He forgets this: ]
You are a person who makes me happy.
[ Like the night in the store discussing how Jotaro's body had changed and flipping over the script to hear about himself. ]
What about me...?