[Narancia. The dead one, just like Bruno and Abbacchio. The one who didn't like going to school, who fought a lot. The one who Giorno called for in that first instant when time resumed, when in the blink of an eye the world around him had changed and yet he didn't once lash out the way someone else might've.
It's a little funny, maybe. He has a feeling Giorno picked Narancia in the same way the he'd almost picked Kakyoin, himself — and the only reason why he hadn't is because "Kakyoin" would feel too much like manipulation, and "Noriaki" is too important to gamble on this, and "Tenmei" isn't his to give.]
You said his name, the first time I stopped time.
[...Which. Raises another important point, actually.]
...Something about missing time, right? That's the same reason I just moved you, instead of hitting you.
[He slides his free arm back, pushing his elbow against the sand to help prop himself back up into a sitting position — visible proof of the way the conversation and the passage of time are both acting to help pull himself together.]
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It's a little funny, maybe. He has a feeling Giorno picked Narancia in the same way the he'd almost picked Kakyoin, himself — and the only reason why he hadn't is because "Kakyoin" would feel too much like manipulation, and "Noriaki" is too important to gamble on this, and "Tenmei" isn't his to give.]
You said his name, the first time I stopped time.
[...Which. Raises another important point, actually.]
...Something about missing time, right? That's the same reason I just moved you, instead of hitting you.
[He slides his free arm back, pushing his elbow against the sand to help prop himself back up into a sitting position — visible proof of the way the conversation and the passage of time are both acting to help pull himself together.]