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Caroline was, as Bud implied, completely awestruck by the information that hit her all at once. The first, that Nil, a notable but far from popular archaeologist, would find himself mixed up in such grand schemes. The second, the subject of controversy itself, the remains of Jesus Christ? She couldn't consider herself a devout Catholic, but what faith that was in her was shocked and repulsed by the idea that whatever forces they may be up against would need to be fought in this way... As sacrilegious as the idea sounded, Caroline knew she had better know more.
"I'll read it in the car. But Bud, you say Nil is in the midwest... has he been sa-"
Caroline's voice halted mid-speech, stopping to acknowledge the rising voice behind her. She could easily detect that Jonah and Bud's painted friend would soon come to blows. Jojo's pride was driven by his lost Donatella, whereas Pee Gee's was driven of his own power. She pitied Ririchiyo as she tried to protest for the sake of her spirit's well-being, but was unsurprised when both the men unleashed their stands in attack. From that point, it was anyone's game, Caroline supposed. It would be a matter of letting the competition play out to whatever end, and turning it into a "learning experience" as both men wished, or stopping the fight and preserving the dignity of everyone involved. She knew she could just as well try either, but decided it would be best to get the blessing of someone more versed in such matters:
"Bud," she grunted at her companion through clenched teeth, "do you want me to stop this??"
"I'll read it in the car. But Bud, you say Nil is in the midwest... has he been sa-"
Caroline's voice halted mid-speech, stopping to acknowledge the rising voice behind her. She could easily detect that Jonah and Bud's painted friend would soon come to blows. Jojo's pride was driven by his lost Donatella, whereas Pee Gee's was driven of his own power. She pitied Ririchiyo as she tried to protest for the sake of her spirit's well-being, but was unsurprised when both the men unleashed their stands in attack. From that point, it was anyone's game, Caroline supposed. It would be a matter of letting the competition play out to whatever end, and turning it into a "learning experience" as both men wished, or stopping the fight and preserving the dignity of everyone involved. She knew she could just as well try either, but decided it would be best to get the blessing of someone more versed in such matters:
"Bud," she grunted at her companion through clenched teeth, "do you want me to stop this??"