[And that. That is what breaks him. Not the question - or not only the question - but: the other one of you who died, I'm sorry, I don't know who it was. How selfish are they, not to tell everyone they meet about Narancia - everything he was and everything he could have been if not for a stupid, stupid - stupid--]
[Selfish. He has to be better than this. Bruno was right, he has to be better.]
Narancia.
[His voice comes out hoarse, immediately wrecked, because this is his family, not Dio, this.]
Narancia Ghirga. He was angry when I joined because he was older than me and thought I should listen to him, and I wouldn't. He was violent and impulsive and dangerous, but really sweet, too, and he was behind with school things because - lots of things - but he didn't like people to know about it because he didn't want anyone to look down on him. He was so brave all the time, and he wanted to visit his home again . . .
We drove him home after he died and we buried him with flowers. Lots of flowers. It was beautiful. But he was still dead.
Sometimes I'm happy. With Mista and Trish, I'm happy. Doing what I do, I'm happy. But it's not fair that I have the opportunity to be happy and he doesn't. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready.
[He has to look away then, because his throat is closing up with tears and they stand out bright in his eyes and this hurts so much more every time he thinks about it. Time isn't helping. He misses Narancia so much, all the time.]
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[Selfish. He has to be better than this. Bruno was right, he has to be better.]
Narancia.
[His voice comes out hoarse, immediately wrecked, because this is his family, not Dio, this.]
Narancia Ghirga. He was angry when I joined because he was older than me and thought I should listen to him, and I wouldn't. He was violent and impulsive and dangerous, but really sweet, too, and he was behind with school things because - lots of things - but he didn't like people to know about it because he didn't want anyone to look down on him. He was so brave all the time, and he wanted to visit his home again . . .
We drove him home after he died and we buried him with flowers. Lots of flowers. It was beautiful. But he was still dead.
Sometimes I'm happy. With Mista and Trish, I'm happy. Doing what I do, I'm happy. But it's not fair that I have the opportunity to be happy and he doesn't. He didn't want to die. He wasn't ready.
[He has to look away then, because his throat is closing up with tears and they stand out bright in his eyes and this hurts so much more every time he thinks about it. Time isn't helping. He misses Narancia so much, all the time.]