[The abruptness of Jotaro's address really doesn't bother Caesar much at all. This is probably because, all things considered, a little bit of rudeness doesn't measure up against being crushed under a giant fucking rock. He's lost track of how long it's been since he got here, but it's long enough that he's been greeted in a number of ways by a number of people he doesn't know.]
[Too many of them have asked the same question Jotaro's asking now. He wonders briefly, to quell the stab of pity, whether death always comes in waves, wiping through tight-knit groups of people all at once - if there are cars on this train where friends and family cluster together and try to make sense of things despite the echoes of remembered pain.]
[Dismissing this thought, he turns to face Jotaro completely, looking somewhere between relaxed and exhausted.]
Of course.
[Why not? What else is he going to do with his time?]
no subject
[Too many of them have asked the same question Jotaro's asking now. He wonders briefly, to quell the stab of pity, whether death always comes in waves, wiping through tight-knit groups of people all at once - if there are cars on this train where friends and family cluster together and try to make sense of things despite the echoes of remembered pain.]
[Dismissing this thought, he turns to face Jotaro completely, looking somewhere between relaxed and exhausted.]
Of course.
[Why not? What else is he going to do with his time?]
Describe them?