[He nodded, then, some of the tension in his shoulders relaxing. Kakyoin had a fair point. There was Diavolo, a malignant narcissist, and then there was Trish, a girl whose only crime was not entirely knowing herself. There was Dio, and then . . . well. Giorno was not naive and thus could in no way call himself selfless, but he was not his father any more than Trish was. They were divergent, anomalies, fighting every minute of every day to be their own selves instead of what history and fate prescribed for them.]

You're right. It's easy to forget, sometimes. I can be - hyper-focused, you could say, on things that require fixing. A fault, maybe.

[Lie: he did not consider it a fault.]

It sounds like you hold onto optimism better than I do.