[That was all for a few moments. Just Kakyoin, soft and sorry. No pity, just sorrow. This was too complicated for any of them to deal with, and it was only in moments like this that Giorno truly realized - they were all just children. They should be worried about other things, simpler things. Falling in love and deciding what to be when they grew up. Not thinking about how to deal with your murderer.]
[He squeezed Hierophant a little tighter and leaned his head on Kakyoin's shoulder, sighing heavily.]
You could. But you're not going to. No matter what, when you're yourself, you could never do something like that. I promise you this - I see you far more clearly than you see yourself. I can see your flaws, Kakyoin, even if I keep my observations to myself. That isn't one of them. You aren't a cruel person.
[Breathe. He is not Don Giovanna now, not like he was last night. He is . . . something else.]
I don't know how Jotaro feels about him, like this. I'm having trouble talking to him about it. But for me--
[Just say it. Just say it, just fucking say it, you know it's true and so does he.]
I empathize with him. Which is not what I expected, not what I prepared myself for. He reminded me of myself from the first moment, and more last night than ever before.
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[That was all for a few moments. Just Kakyoin, soft and sorry. No pity, just sorrow. This was too complicated for any of them to deal with, and it was only in moments like this that Giorno truly realized - they were all just children. They should be worried about other things, simpler things. Falling in love and deciding what to be when they grew up. Not thinking about how to deal with your murderer.]
[He squeezed Hierophant a little tighter and leaned his head on Kakyoin's shoulder, sighing heavily.]
You could. But you're not going to. No matter what, when you're yourself, you could never do something like that. I promise you this - I see you far more clearly than you see yourself. I can see your flaws, Kakyoin, even if I keep my observations to myself. That isn't one of them. You aren't a cruel person.
[Breathe. He is not Don Giovanna now, not like he was last night. He is . . . something else.]
I don't know how Jotaro feels about him, like this. I'm having trouble talking to him about it. But for me--
[Just say it. Just say it, just fucking say it, you know it's true and so does he.]
I empathize with him. Which is not what I expected, not what I prepared myself for. He reminded me of myself from the first moment, and more last night than ever before.
. . . I'm sorry.