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[The feed clicks on to a sunny view of a patch of greenery by the lake. Jotaro is sitting in the shade of a random tree and he is not a happy camper. His hat is tugged so low over his eyes that his expression is all but impossible to make out and he talks in a please-kill-me-now flat sort of voice ( Read more... )

[On the living room floor in Murrue's house sits a small, wide-eyed boy, seven or eight years old, curled up with knees drawn up to his chest. He stares right into the PCD with a look of sullen confusion, the sort kids get when they're sure the whole grownup world is plotting against them.]

... I want my mom.