[So this is why Helena thinks that love and justice aren't a contradiction in terms. Precisely due to her faith in him, their shared convictions, she hasn't asked him to protect her instead of do what they think is important. Dio is holding the phone at the apex of this exhilarating realization, the thrill of feeling instead of embodying someone else's faith, when light glints off the screen, and he finally processes some of those pixels. ...atur... He knows the image of the planets very well, their large mirages. This must be related to Seven summoning the bullets underneath - and for that reason, destruction suddenly seems risky to Dio, all too familiar with detonator fail-safes. He's heard conversations about the type of net connection offered in the cafe for refugees. Maybe taking away Seven's method of conversing or clashing with other people is how they'll ensnare him. Dio pounds down the power button and, during those precious seconds where light flashes around them, watches the screen go dark.
He just turns around and runs at full tilt, legs healed somewhat by the fusion (and phone itself tucked roughly into his pocket after a series of rough motions that rattle his ribcage into coughs a little). Every vending machine he passes by, is sent flying towards that single point where Helena was trying to keep Seven stunned.]
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[So this is why Helena thinks that love and justice aren't a contradiction in terms. Precisely due to her faith in him, their shared convictions, she hasn't asked him to protect her instead of do what they think is important. Dio is holding the phone at the apex of this exhilarating realization, the thrill of feeling instead of embodying someone else's faith, when light glints off the screen, and he finally processes some of those pixels. ...atur... He knows the image of the planets very well, their large mirages. This must be related to Seven summoning the bullets underneath - and for that reason, destruction suddenly seems risky to Dio, all too familiar with detonator fail-safes. He's heard conversations about the type of net connection offered in the cafe for refugees. Maybe taking away Seven's method of conversing or clashing with other people is how they'll ensnare him. Dio pounds down the power button and, during those precious seconds where light flashes around them, watches the screen go dark.
He just turns around and runs at full tilt, legs healed somewhat by the fusion (and phone itself tucked roughly into his pocket after a series of rough motions that rattle his ribcage into coughs a little). Every vending machine he passes by, is sent flying towards that single point where Helena was trying to keep Seven stunned.]