It's not something to be sorry about. I let you believe that because it was safer to. Now...things are different.
[What doesn't get said, but is probably there to be read in the implication, is that in the early days, for all his willingness to stick together and work together, trust had been a rare commodity in Jotaro's world even among apparent allies. Star Platinum is his best-kept secret; even to allies he hadn't wanted to give away more than he'd needed to.
Lately he's trying to be okay. Not just surviving. And to remember that he has no greater enemy at this point than himself.]
He's extremely fast, extremely precise. He can copy things he sees into accurate sketch depictions at a high rate of speed. He has enhanced senses — he can see and hear better than an average person. His fists can shatter diamonds. And he's...he protects me. He does what I ask him to do. He caught a bullet I fired point-blank at my temple. He stopped my heart when I needed him to. He's a loyal, versatile Stand.
[...]
But it scares me that he's that similar to the one that was used against me. I know I keep saying that. Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll get easier to deal with.
The last thing I ever would've wanted is to be like him. But maybe that's what I had to be, to stay alive. If it had come down to that...then that's what my Star Platinum would've done. He'd do anything to keep me alive, I'm sure of it. Even that.
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[What doesn't get said, but is probably there to be read in the implication, is that in the early days, for all his willingness to stick together and work together, trust had been a rare commodity in Jotaro's world even among apparent allies. Star Platinum is his best-kept secret; even to allies he hadn't wanted to give away more than he'd needed to.
Lately he's trying to be okay. Not just surviving. And to remember that he has no greater enemy at this point than himself.]
He's extremely fast, extremely precise. He can copy things he sees into accurate sketch depictions at a high rate of speed. He has enhanced senses — he can see and hear better than an average person. His fists can shatter diamonds. And he's...he protects me. He does what I ask him to do. He caught a bullet I fired point-blank at my temple. He stopped my heart when I needed him to. He's a loyal, versatile Stand.
[...]
But it scares me that he's that similar to the one that was used against me. I know I keep saying that. Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll get easier to deal with.
The last thing I ever would've wanted is to be like him. But maybe that's what I had to be, to stay alive. If it had come down to that...then that's what my Star Platinum would've done. He'd do anything to keep me alive, I'm sure of it. Even that.