FORCED HONESTY

[monster_san]

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2. Post to other characters: ask questions! Give unsolicited opinions! Confess!
3. Everything must be honest! No lies here.

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[fistofthejoestar]

It's not really something I talk about; I don't like to burden you with sad stories that don't matter much these days.

[but he can't courteously cast them aside this time, much as that pains him. if it can help Josuke understand, though, perhaps it's a sacrifice he can live with.]

Dio and I...we spent seven years lying to each other. That was our coexistence - pretending that there had never been any animosity between us. It was like living with a knife overhead that was always just barely out of your sight.

Would you believe me if I told you we only began to truly get along after he put on the mask?

[unbreaker]

To be honest, the only burden's not knowing. Being left in the dark, that feeling of helplessness that comes along with it, that's the worst. That's why I can't agree. Those stories...your legacy. It matters.

It all matters, old man.

[He wishes he could put into words just how much, but he thinks Jonathan understands. After all, Jonathan would never tell any of his descendants that their stories didn't matter. How could any one of them possibly accept that his didn't?]

Anyway, I'd believe you, but I still don't get why you'd pretend something like that for so long or why you'd be able to get along better after he changed. Unless...did it have something to do with seeing each other for who you really were?

[fistofthejoestar]

[he does, even if it's strange to turn his own feelings towards the rest of his family onto himself. the people that he'd met along the way, friend and foe alike, they were important...but himself? it seemed too much.]

Something like that. I'd never been able to put aside what had happened between us in childhood, and I can only imagine how much it chafed Dio to have to feign camaraderie with the man he intended to rob blind.

[the guilt is still fresh in his memory, even after so long. how painful it had been to think himself some kind of intolerable monster for being unable to let go of their boyhood clashes.]

When we gave him the power of the mask...there were no pretenses between us any longer. We could be ourselves without restraint - and we could finally understand each other. It was like someone had lifted a weight off my shoulders.