[He twists the napkin in his hands a little tighter, looping it in on itself and working the ends over and through to make it into a knot; it's difficult to do, he muses silently, because the paper is wound so tight that it won't bend properly, it resists and threatens to tear if he pushes it too hard.
It's not like he's doing it on purpose, or out to find wise and cosmic lessons in everyday things. But it does strike him that it's the sort of comment that Avdol probably would've made, if he were around to see it, and he's not sure if he finds that knowledge comforting or not.
...Or knot, as the case may be.]
You fought someone who can erase time.
[He says it quietly, gaze drifting up to meet Giorno's steadily, without wavering.]
Is that something you could describe, to someone who wasn't there with you? Not just retelling what happened. Could you make someone like me understand what it was like, just with words?
I think that whatever it is you went through, you already know it's something you're going to carry for the rest of your life. Maybe it'll fade, maybe it'll be "that one day in the past" someday, but it's not going to disappear. I think you're the kind of person who wouldn't let it disappear even if you could make it.
It's not just about taking support. There are things I can't make my support understand. And I'm pretty sure that trying and failing is just going to hurt them worse, so it's not about shouldering some burden alone. It's about trying not to screw up people who've suffered enough as it is, with something that I'm going to have to bear either way, no matter what.
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It's not like he's doing it on purpose, or out to find wise and cosmic lessons in everyday things. But it does strike him that it's the sort of comment that Avdol probably would've made, if he were around to see it, and he's not sure if he finds that knowledge comforting or not.
...Or knot, as the case may be.]
You fought someone who can erase time.
[He says it quietly, gaze drifting up to meet Giorno's steadily, without wavering.]
Is that something you could describe, to someone who wasn't there with you? Not just retelling what happened. Could you make someone like me understand what it was like, just with words?
I think that whatever it is you went through, you already know it's something you're going to carry for the rest of your life. Maybe it'll fade, maybe it'll be "that one day in the past" someday, but it's not going to disappear. I think you're the kind of person who wouldn't let it disappear even if you could make it.
It's not just about taking support. There are things I can't make my support understand. And I'm pretty sure that trying and failing is just going to hurt them worse, so it's not about shouldering some burden alone. It's about trying not to screw up people who've suffered enough as it is, with something that I'm going to have to bear either way, no matter what.