I— [ his gut tells him to say no, to ask what she saw, to concoct some sort of lie, but he's not good at that, and so he abandons the idea almost immediately, nodding instead. ] Later.
[ The shadow is still here and whether it can see Moody Blues or not, it is at least aware it's made contact with something and that's good enough for it to slam a second fist into Abbacchio's Stand. With effort, Moody Blues retaliates, and connects — though it doesn't make the sort of impact Abbacchio would expect — like the shadow's intangible form is preventing any real damage. There's a strange battle going on, as Stand and shadow duck and dodge each other's blows and move further away from them, with Abbacchio sometimes recoiling from nothing. ]
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[ The shadow is still here and whether it can see Moody Blues or not, it is at least aware it's made contact with something and that's good enough for it to slam a second fist into Abbacchio's Stand. With effort, Moody Blues retaliates, and connects — though it doesn't make the sort of impact Abbacchio would expect — like the shadow's intangible form is preventing any real damage. There's a strange battle going on, as Stand and shadow duck and dodge each other's blows and move further away from them, with Abbacchio sometimes recoiling from nothing. ]
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