...Sometimes it feels like I'm there for everybody.
[There's nothing contrary in the way he says it; he's not correcting Polnareff, evidently, in any capacity. The words come out too soft for that, too reserved, in a way that he usually isn't. It's the sort of tone of voice that sheds some light on his motives when he says I like to text because I don't have to worry about my face.
He spends a lot of time trying to make sure Giorno has the chance to feel like a kid, just a kid, just an average funny little kid. It's much rarer that he gets to be that himself, except in moments like this.
His family is a circle of support. Sometimes it's still so bewildering, to take his hands away from a load that he's bearing and find that it's still being held suspended, that other people's arms have been there to help encircle it all along.]
You get me, too, about something nobody else can. The understanding thing, I mean.
You were there with me, that night. He asked me if I was afraid, staring down all the knives he'd thrown at me in stopped time. There was no one there except me and him, no one else to hear what he said to me. Nothing but Star to defend me from whatever he did.
Except you. You were there. Maybe you thought I was dead, but I wasn't. I knew you were there.
[...]
I'm glad I wasn't alone, even if it was just for those few seconds. I don't know if it felt like it, but you made a difference. You made one to me.
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[There's nothing contrary in the way he says it; he's not correcting Polnareff, evidently, in any capacity. The words come out too soft for that, too reserved, in a way that he usually isn't. It's the sort of tone of voice that sheds some light on his motives when he says I like to text because I don't have to worry about my face.
He spends a lot of time trying to make sure Giorno has the chance to feel like a kid, just a kid, just an average funny little kid. It's much rarer that he gets to be that himself, except in moments like this.
His family is a circle of support. Sometimes it's still so bewildering, to take his hands away from a load that he's bearing and find that it's still being held suspended, that other people's arms have been there to help encircle it all along.]
You get me, too, about something nobody else can. The understanding thing, I mean.
You were there with me, that night. He asked me if I was afraid, staring down all the knives he'd thrown at me in stopped time. There was no one there except me and him, no one else to hear what he said to me. Nothing but Star to defend me from whatever he did.
Except you. You were there. Maybe you thought I was dead, but I wasn't. I knew you were there.
[...]
I'm glad I wasn't alone, even if it was just for those few seconds. I don't know if it felt like it, but you made a difference. You made one to me.