[And he remembers, then, as the words fade away into the frigid air, that Giorno was there on the day his mother arrived, the day they'd told Jonathan, when Kakyoin had fixed the rip in the front of his hat that he'd never wanted to ask for assistance with before.
Giorno looks...petrified. He wonders when it'll be the right time to say that it wasn't one, but dozens. Probably never, because things like that should never happen to anyone.
Fighting his father was like dying slowly over the span of hours and hours. And there was no point in screaming for help because there was no one to come.
He sticks his hands in his pockets, and goes to retrieve the knife.]
I could see it by then. He knew I could see what he did.
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[And he remembers, then, as the words fade away into the frigid air, that Giorno was there on the day his mother arrived, the day they'd told Jonathan, when Kakyoin had fixed the rip in the front of his hat that he'd never wanted to ask for assistance with before.
Giorno looks...petrified. He wonders when it'll be the right time to say that it wasn't one, but dozens. Probably never, because things like that should never happen to anyone.
Fighting his father was like dying slowly over the span of hours and hours. And there was no point in screaming for help because there was no one to come.
He sticks his hands in his pockets, and goes to retrieve the knife.]
I could see it by then. He knew I could see what he did.