For a moment, Josuke wonders if he heard his great grandfather correctly—not the bit about remembering people, though he feels exactly the same way about that. Rather, if in fact his spirit is the only thing that will ultimately be capable of recalling this time spent with everyone, that he'll still feel a bottomless gratitude for that experience. It's a blessing neither one of them would have gotten to have otherwise. So he understands.
But that other thing Jonathan said...
...that I can damage further.
Those were the words he'd just spoken, weren't they? And they mean exactly what Josuke was afraid they'd mean, too.
"Be straight with me. Are you...blaming yourself for all of this? Do you feel as though you're somehow the one who's responsible?" Josuke knows Jonathan isn't to blame. No one person is. But he also knows his great grandfather's heart by now, too. In its entirety, it is good and pure and saintly—just like Jonathan, himself. Almost too good sometimes.
fuck and then i died i'm so sorry
But that other thing Jonathan said...
...that I can damage further.
Those were the words he'd just spoken, weren't they? And they mean exactly what Josuke was afraid they'd mean, too.
"Be straight with me. Are you...blaming yourself for all of this? Do you feel as though you're somehow the one who's responsible?" Josuke knows Jonathan isn't to blame. No one person is. But he also knows his great grandfather's heart by now, too. In its entirety, it is good and pure and saintly—just like Jonathan, himself. Almost too good sometimes.