[Oh, he thinks distantly, he saw me fighting, and another pang of sadness follows close on its heels as it brings with it an irrational conclusion: does he think I'm going to hurt him?
That's not it. He knows better than that.
He's so sick of fighting. Is that why he's going looking for them now, so that at least he's not saddled with the raw nerves and anxiety that come with having to wait for one he knows is coming on top of it?]
Are you scared of me?
[Might as well get it out of the way. If it's true, though he doesn't think it is, then at least it's on the table and they're not dancing around it anymore. If it's not...then he'll hear it from someone else, so he can believe it a little more easily.
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That's not it. He knows better than that.
He's so sick of fighting. Is that why he's going looking for them now, so that at least he's not saddled with the raw nerves and anxiety that come with having to wait for one he knows is coming on top of it?]
Are you scared of me?
[Might as well get it out of the way. If it's true, though he doesn't think it is, then at least it's on the table and they're not dancing around it anymore. If it's not...then he'll hear it from someone else, so he can believe it a little more easily.
Because it's Giorno.]