↳               ❛   how did you get this scar ??   ❜

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    a manicured hand lifts to trace index   &   middle fingers along the slightly raised skin in question ,   the eerie symmetry of perfectly straight lines foreign - feeling to the touch ,   despite the age of the injury .   kakyoin recalls the incident with   resonant clarity   ━━━━   the way he   &   polnareff noisily bickered while attempting to hide from the mysterious threat ,   incognizant of the fact that their voices only increased their odds of being located   &   struck by the sightless assassin .

    “   n’doul ,   ”   comes a simple answer ,   kakyoin’s voice pensive ,   yet steady as he withdraws his hand from his face .   “   i thought you would recognize his work   ━━━━   dio brought him on board shortly after i left egypt ,   didn’t he ??   ”

    when the wounds were fresh ,   kakyoin lamented his lack of familiarity with geb   &   its user ;   perhaps if he had known the manner in which they operated ,   he wouldn’t have to wear proof of their attack for the rest of his life ,   at the central point of his face ,   no less .   but he has learned to pacify that shame ,   &   to live with the wounds that will never leave him ,   despite how time has healed his body .   looking in the mirror is nothing of the dreadful ordeal it once had been :   he is   proud   of what he has survived ,   &   far from concerned about how those who could never understand may feel inclined to judge ,   or worse ,   pity . 

    scarred lavenders find cordelia’s face in the mild light of day .   he’d been astonished to find her in morioh ,   though it seems a testament to the inescapable truth that stand users seem to   connect   &   reconnect   against all odds .   they’d once stood on the same ground ,   then faced each other as enemies ,   &   now they’ve met again ,   conditions of the past seemingly obsolete but   unforgettable .   with all the work kakyoin has tasked himself with in relation to   what remains of dio   (   which is far more than   it should be ,   but as the resident   ‘ expert ’   on him at spw ,   no other individual is better suited to bear the burden   ) ,   he could almost laugh at the ways in which the past keeps coming back ,   making life seem like a   never - ending circle   rather than a progressing timeline .

    “   i always wondered what happened to you ,   ”   he confesses ,   gaze falling toward where his hands rest on the cherrywood table ,   light reflected in the jade polish adorning short ,   well - kept nails .   “   i know that the d’arby brothers are still out there   ━━━━   same with mariah   &   midler ,   &   presumably the others who weren’t killed .   but it seemed like you just disappeared when everything was said   &   done .   ”   slowly ,   he fixes his eyes on her once again ,   a curious intensity to his glare ,   but an open - mindedness ,   too .   she had agreed to meet him at the hotel ,   after all .   “   forgive me if this question is ten years too late ,   but what will you   do   now that the one you pledged your life to is only a memory ??   ”