[And it was; Kakyoin knew he didn't have the same power to call up horrifying memories with a smile or a word, but he was a terror in his own right when he was angry. Hopefully no one would ever have to see that out in full force, but his temper wasn't always the easiest to control.]
[Right now the only thing that drew his anger was the realization that they lived in a world where people like the two of them and all their friends had to carry much more than anyone could or should have had to bear. The world was unfair and unjust, but anger with no target was the only thing he could manage. Raging against himself was pointless, and against Giorno or the others was unthinkable.]
I'm not afraid of you, either. T...ti voglio bene, right?
[His pronunciation was awkward, but it was the sentiment that mattered. He didn't object or complain this time at the touch to his cheek, both silver-green Stand and redhead user staying exactly where they were; right now it was where they belonged.]
We're family, so you won't have to apologize to me anymore. And I'll try to do the same, from now on. Because it's--...
[Kakyoin stopped abruptly, but only for as long it took for him to decide where a line needed to be drawn and conclude fuck it in as many words.]
Muda muda. Useless apologies are something we don't need.
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[And it was; Kakyoin knew he didn't have the same power to call up horrifying memories with a smile or a word, but he was a terror in his own right when he was angry. Hopefully no one would ever have to see that out in full force, but his temper wasn't always the easiest to control.]
[Right now the only thing that drew his anger was the realization that they lived in a world where people like the two of them and all their friends had to carry much more than anyone could or should have had to bear. The world was unfair and unjust, but anger with no target was the only thing he could manage. Raging against himself was pointless, and against Giorno or the others was unthinkable.]
I'm not afraid of you, either. T...ti voglio bene, right?
[His pronunciation was awkward, but it was the sentiment that mattered. He didn't object or complain this time at the touch to his cheek, both silver-green Stand and redhead user staying exactly where they were; right now it was where they belonged.]
We're family, so you won't have to apologize to me anymore. And I'll try to do the same, from now on. Because it's--...
[Kakyoin stopped abruptly, but only for as long it took for him to decide where a line needed to be drawn and conclude fuck it in as many words.]
Muda muda. Useless apologies are something we don't need.