Emporio hesitates. His voice catches in his throat, but he forces himself to speak. "Weather... ..Weather wasn't mine. I... ...there was a man...a man who could steal Stands from other people, and their memories, turning them into discs to put in other people. Their entire souls, basically. ...Without your memory and without your Stand, you'd waste away and die in minutes," he explains with a heavy swallow.
"...This man... ...Weather tricked him. When he was fighting them, even though he was dying, he tricked them into 'ejecting' his Stand. ...It was...it was supposed to be something we could use to help fight that man. To stop him. T..."
The boy sniffs. "...It wasn't supposed to be me. ...And now, he even stayed..."
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Date: 2024-01-27 02:42 pm (UTC)"...This man... ...Weather tricked him. When he was fighting them, even though he was dying, he tricked them into 'ejecting' his Stand. ...It was...it was supposed to be something we could use to help fight that man. To stop him. T..."
The boy sniffs. "...It wasn't supposed to be me. ...And now, he even stayed..."