[Her nod is silent encouragement to continue, as is each little touch or squeeze she offers Gold Experience because she can't offer it to Giorno when he starts and stops, starts and stops. When he reaches the end, her lips are pressed together and her eyes are on the ground instead of her friend. Her family.]
...Okay.
[She wants to ask about a lot of things, clarify a few points and dig deeper into those moments where he hadn't finished his sentences, but her desire to let him know that she understands, believing in Jotaro because Giorno believes in him.]
I don't know how, but okay.
[...]
It's yours. Not just Gold Experience and his power, it -- I know it's...not a great thing to hear, but. Those parts are you, not him. [Just as all her ugly feelings were hers.] That's why they like you, even with that part. Why I like you. It's yours. Just a small piece of what makes you Giorno.
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...Okay.
[She wants to ask about a lot of things, clarify a few points and dig deeper into those moments where he hadn't finished his sentences, but her desire to let him know that she understands, believing in Jotaro because Giorno believes in him.]
I don't know how, but okay.
[...]
It's yours. Not just Gold Experience and his power, it -- I know it's...not a great thing to hear, but. Those parts are you, not him. [Just as all her ugly feelings were hers.] That's why they like you, even with that part. Why I like you. It's yours. Just a small piece of what makes you Giorno.