Then who was it, Doppio? Do you think I would leap to a conclusion like this without thinking it through?
[He was certain from nearly the moment he laid eyes on the waldgeist that night. It was dark and so hard to see but he could make out the pink of the fur, the yellow of the eyes, the arms...
But, ultimately, what does that even mean in this world of monsters? There are no Stands here, so why should the presence of markings resembling his mean anything? There are so many things to keep track of and even if this land operates on rules he doesn't know what they all are. There are powers like what he used to have - monsters who can stop time and move freely through it. Who's to say there aren't monsters who can transform themselves into others, or project illusions to try to paralyze their prey with fear while they hunt?]
...It was, I believe, the night of the fourth. I was alone, outside of town, when you - it - spotted me.
[If Doppio still insists it wasn't him, perhaps it's best that he try to entertain other possibilities for the moment. Pressuring him to confess is getting them nowhere.]
It was a large pink-furred beast with a skull for a head and antlers. It charged at me and I... I didn't stand a chance. [Just admitting that feels like opening a wound.]
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[He was certain from nearly the moment he laid eyes on the waldgeist that night. It was dark and so hard to see but he could make out the pink of the fur, the yellow of the eyes, the arms...
But, ultimately, what does that even mean in this world of monsters? There are no Stands here, so why should the presence of markings resembling his mean anything? There are so many things to keep track of and even if this land operates on rules he doesn't know what they all are. There are powers like what he used to have - monsters who can stop time and move freely through it. Who's to say there aren't monsters who can transform themselves into others, or project illusions to try to paralyze their prey with fear while they hunt?]
...It was, I believe, the night of the fourth. I was alone, outside of town, when you - it - spotted me.
[If Doppio still insists it wasn't him, perhaps it's best that he try to entertain other possibilities for the moment. Pressuring him to confess is getting them nowhere.]
It was a large pink-furred beast with a skull for a head and antlers. It charged at me and I... I didn't stand a chance. [Just admitting that feels like opening a wound.]