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[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?