[What a curious concept. You have the right to know. If the tables were turned, Giorno couldn't imagine himself allowing Kakyoin a right to anything. He hadn't been in a position to make those sorts of allowances in a long time, to show that sort of mercy, and it was odd, really, receiving it from someone else, for all that they'd both already declared no overt ill will towards the other.]
[No, Giorno would not be merciful. Not in that other, imaginary circumstance. But in this one, here and now, he could at least be gracious.]
[He nodded fractionally, his fingers lacing together in front of him.]
I'm sorry you didn't get the opportunity.
[And - then he remembered, it's just that I won, that's all, and flushed slightly, pursing his lips.]
What I said before - it was insensitive. I'm sorry for that, too.
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[No, Giorno would not be merciful. Not in that other, imaginary circumstance. But in this one, here and now, he could at least be gracious.]
[He nodded fractionally, his fingers lacing together in front of him.]
I'm sorry you didn't get the opportunity.
[And - then he remembered, it's just that I won, that's all, and flushed slightly, pursing his lips.]
What I said before - it was insensitive. I'm sorry for that, too.