I don't know why it had to be me. I don't know who the hell decided that.
[He brings a hand up to the brim of his hat, jams the other into his pocket so he can make it into a fist without risking that doing so will suggest some sort of implicit threat. There's still a hole ripped in the front of the cap, hidden among the similar color of his hair. He wonders if that's something Giorno's Stand could fix, the way it had turned a pebble into a flower. He's sure that at this point, he could ask for just about anything on that nature and Giorno would give it to him, though his motivations for doing so would be his own.
He doesn't know if he'd ask for it to be fixed. It's a part of him, and it's been scarred like the rest of him. Making it go away like magic seems wrong.
Why? It doesn't make any sense. Why was he the only one who'd had the power to stand a chance? Who decided that? Why give it to him? Why hadn't he learned to use it sooner? Why hadn't they done something differently? Why did they have to die — for what? What was the point?
He's going to scare this kid, if he's not careful. Or he's going to do something he'll regret, and that will be worse.
So he breathes slowly, and tries to clamp down on all the memories rushing back and threatening to swallow him. It can fuck him up later, that's fine, just not now and not here.]
Do you know what his Stand did? I'm guessing not. Do you want to?
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[He brings a hand up to the brim of his hat, jams the other into his pocket so he can make it into a fist without risking that doing so will suggest some sort of implicit threat. There's still a hole ripped in the front of the cap, hidden among the similar color of his hair. He wonders if that's something Giorno's Stand could fix, the way it had turned a pebble into a flower. He's sure that at this point, he could ask for just about anything on that nature and Giorno would give it to him, though his motivations for doing so would be his own.
He doesn't know if he'd ask for it to be fixed. It's a part of him, and it's been scarred like the rest of him. Making it go away like magic seems wrong.
Why? It doesn't make any sense. Why was he the only one who'd had the power to stand a chance? Who decided that? Why give it to him? Why hadn't he learned to use it sooner? Why hadn't they done something differently? Why did they have to die — for what? What was the point?
He's going to scare this kid, if he's not careful. Or he's going to do something he'll regret, and that will be worse.
So he breathes slowly, and tries to clamp down on all the memories rushing back and threatening to swallow him. It can fuck him up later, that's fine, just not now and not here.]
Do you know what his Stand did? I'm guessing not. Do you want to?