"A perfect world is a world without fate," is the somewhat muted response. "How great truly could mankind become if shackled to a single unshakable path? I have seen.. I have seen what is possible in these many other worlds, where choice and free will are supreme in a soul's decisions, not destiny."
Dully he realizes explaining this to a child might in fact be going over the child's education level. Well if there were questions, he'd burn that bridge when he came to it.
When Dio pulls his hands out of his hair, his claws are etched in bright wet crimson, little rivulets trickling along blond locks. It doesn't last long. "...No. I think. He must have understood what I meant. But fate loves its tragic stories, does it not? It required a monster for its stories, and so it made one, and for some reason I, Dio, did not stop him."
He was stone dead, he couldn't. "It was I who set him on such a path. I trusted him with that task should something befall me." He keeps his gaze averted, lest his misery at such an abject failure result in lasering some other poor sap. "The ... only hope I may offer.. for you perhaps." Not himself. This is what he gets for hoping, for daring- "The process to reach Heaven is a closed circle. Interrupt it and it returns to its start by design, in case of mishaps and Joestars."
The vampire's tone is bleak; it didn't help much really. He still blew his only chance at beating fate at its own game. "Although you are here, those you have lost should be quite fine, if still bound to the crushing force of merciless gravity."
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Dully he realizes explaining this to a child might in fact be going over the child's education level. Well if there were questions, he'd burn that bridge when he came to it.
When Dio pulls his hands out of his hair, his claws are etched in bright wet crimson, little rivulets trickling along blond locks. It doesn't last long. "...No. I think. He must have understood what I meant. But fate loves its tragic stories, does it not? It required a monster for its stories, and so it made one, and for some reason I, Dio, did not stop him."
He was stone dead, he couldn't. "It was I who set him on such a path. I trusted him with that task should something befall me." He keeps his gaze averted, lest his misery at such an abject failure result in lasering some other poor sap. "The ... only hope I may offer.. for you perhaps." Not himself. This is what he gets for hoping, for daring- "The process to reach Heaven is a closed circle. Interrupt it and it returns to its start by design, in case of mishaps and Joestars."
The vampire's tone is bleak; it didn't help much really. He still blew his only chance at beating fate at its own game. "Although you are here, those you have lost should be quite fine, if still bound to the crushing force of merciless gravity."