[It's so strange, hearing that same sentence — the exact words, even — coming out of someone else's mouth. Everything's been really terrible lately, and when someone puts it so bluntly and with such cavalier abandon, it's disguised in plain sight. It's there like it's nothing, and you just assume it must be fine despite its severity, because no one is treating it like it's a big deal so much as just a state of being.

Getting from that to I don't want to feel like this anymore is a transition that's infinitely harder alone. He knows that from personal experience, too.

But what the hell does he know about doing something about it?]

When I get like that, I usually go hit things until I feel something again.

[But what the hell does he know, even, his coping strategies are shit and if it weren't for Passione, if it weren't for Giorno, if it weren't for Bruno Buccellati he'd still be deep in that hole right now, too.]

If you want something like that, I can make it happen.