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[beatofmyblood]

There has to be some fundamental flaw to your reasoning! I don't know what your relationship with your father was, but I will protect him and my family, no matter what!

[In his head he's going over everything Johnny has said, trying to find some kind of missed connection, some redemption for the man he idolized as a child. Johnny speaks of him as though he was a heathen, and there's a flash of dark determination in his eyes, like in any other situation he would be trading blows over such an assertation, but--

...wait.

Something's off about this. He needs to test the waters.]

...I will not allow you to condemn a dead man.

[johnnyjoestar]

[The last thing he wanted to talk about with a complete stranger was his relationship with his father. How could he feel anything but bitter toward a man who wished him dead, who measured love in medals won and old shoes. He doesn't back down from "Johnathan's" fiery glare, even if his own anger burned much cooler.]

...what the hell are you on about?

[Dead? George Joestar I wasn't dead. Johnny was the one trying to piece things together now. If this man was from 1889 and he was saying that their father was dead... that was impossible. He might not have had any correspondence with his father in the last few years, but he knew very well he hadn't off and died just yet and there weren't any other Joestars, especially not one with his father's same title!]

[beatofmyblood]

[And just as quickly as it burst onto his face, the bulk of Jonathan's anger fades as though it was never there. He's still not completely settled - and with how much has happened in the span of a few minutes, he probably won't be for some time - but there's just enough doubt in his mind that it allows him to press on with this line of questioning]

...I thought something seemed strange. "George Joestar I is." "Neither of us know him." You wouldn't speak like that about someone who has passed away, as if you still see him every day.

[Even if Johnny's relationship with his father didn't seem nearly as strong, George's memory still brings about a sense of longing in Jonathan, a profound grief that everything, in some sense, was his own fault.]

The George Joestar I that I knew died in 1888. I held him in my arms as he took his last breath. But from your reaction...

[johnnyjoestar]

That's... impossible.

[Still, Johnny clenched his jaw, running the numbers in his own mind. Two George Joestars? How?

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered some of the topics people spoke of publicly on their devices. The idea of similar, but different worlds was one he'd never been able to wrap his mind around, not in more than a vague sense, but...]

Every day, yeah, right. I haven't seen him in person in years. He hasn't given a shit about me since I wound up in...

[His lip curls briefly as he looks down at his lame legs and the confining chair he was stuck with. The hospital had been a living nightmare of its own and he pushed it from his mind before it held any more sway over his roiling emotions.

His father hadn't cared much about him since long before that. Nicholas was always the golden child and he was... leftover. And when that was all you had left, well, you'd probably rather have nothing at all.]

Yeah. The George Joestar I that I know is still alive. Raising horses in Kentucky.

[He shook his head.]

How the hell does something like this happen?