[Giorno shrugs, acknowledging it's a million miles harder than it sounds. He's earned himself a silver tongue, but with this kind of thing it's useless; he stumbles as much as anyone.]
You ask if he really does feel that way, and if so, why. You find out if there's anything to be done to get close to him again. If there isn't, you heal and move on. I wish there was a kinder answer, but--
[With a pang, he thinks of Mista and his romantic comedies, the fervor in his eyes at each and every happy ending.]
Things don't always work out perfectly, and you're only half of the equation.
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[Giorno shrugs, acknowledging it's a million miles harder than it sounds. He's earned himself a silver tongue, but with this kind of thing it's useless; he stumbles as much as anyone.]
You ask if he really does feel that way, and if so, why. You find out if there's anything to be done to get close to him again. If there isn't, you heal and move on. I wish there was a kinder answer, but--
[With a pang, he thinks of Mista and his romantic comedies, the fervor in his eyes at each and every happy ending.]
Things don't always work out perfectly, and you're only half of the equation.