He Was the Stand Judgment, and His Ability Was... Wait, I Can't Use It Like This!!!
Polnareff stayed by the sea for a long time.
Since everyone had kept him in the dark, he was still thinking about how he should face Avdol's father.
Over and over, Polnareff replayed that scene in his mind. Driven by recklessness, he had gone alone to challenge J. Kael, the Hanged Man, and nearly gotten himself killed. At the critical moment, Avdol had rushed in despite the danger.
But in the end, The Hanged Man had pierced his heart from behind, killing him on the spot.
Whenever Polnareff thought of this, his chest felt unbearably tight. All of it had happened because he had been so bent on revenge.
So he slumped down onto the beach.
He stared blankly at the waves not far away.
Time slowly passed from noon, and by the end, the setting sun hung low in the sky. Yet Polnareff's thoughts remained a tangled mess.
"Ugh..."
Watching the dim orange sun gradually sink beneath the horizon, he finally let out a long sigh to himself. "I may have been avenging my sister, but in the end, I really did get Avdol killed because of it."
"It feels like nothing I do could ever atone for my sins to his father."
Polnareff looked out at the sea in anguish. "Damn it, why... why wasn't I the one who died in India?"
Just as he was thinking that.
Something suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.
"Hm?"
Polnareff followed the glint and discovered that an old golden oil lamp had somehow appeared on the beach.
"What is this?"
Seeing the strange object, Polnareff slowly got to his feet and walked over. He leaned down and picked up the old-fashioned oil lamp