[She can sense it in the way he speaks. This is Giorno setting down an ultimatum, and it frustrates her.
The inside of her cheek is nearly raw from the way she's worried it with her teeth.
He doesn't catch on his own words, but she snags on the difference between want to do and meant to do. And she wonders if he's doing it on purpose. Slipping in that slight change where his ideals and his purpose become inextricable from his sense of self.
She knows that's what bothers her, beyond the insurmountable challenge it would present to anyone, even Giorno Giovanna – but the fact it bothers her seems to be a problem. And maybe it is, because she thinks of Doppio's claim of Diavolo being broken by Gold Experience Requiem, and she wonders where Giorno draws the line between his sense of justice and what justice might mean to other people.
The difference between going too far, and not going far enough.
If she curled away from anything, it was the weight behind his words. That's not something she could take indelicately.
The sweeps of her tail dwindle to nothing as she thinks, because her answer may fix this or make it worse, settling on:]
...That's not what I said. You're an incredible person, but that last thing I want to do is shunt responsibility that should be mine onto you.
We promised to help one another, but hearing you talk like this, it makes me wonder if I've failed.
[That is, to be someone he can rely on. As opposed to someone who needs protecting.
But then, she's not a gangster.
She's not someone who evolved past King Crimson.
She's a normal girl, and even with her new body, that remains true. Just like how everything that is Giorno Giovanna has bled from the silhouette of this plant-boy since the moment he found her on the beach.]
i cant believe theyre worried babies and fighting about it. you guys are the SAME
The inside of her cheek is nearly raw from the way she's worried it with her teeth.
He doesn't catch on his own words, but she snags on the difference between want to do and meant to do. And she wonders if he's doing it on purpose. Slipping in that slight change where his ideals and his purpose become inextricable from his sense of self.
She knows that's what bothers her, beyond the insurmountable challenge it would present to anyone, even Giorno Giovanna – but the fact it bothers her seems to be a problem. And maybe it is, because she thinks of Doppio's claim of Diavolo being broken by Gold Experience Requiem, and she wonders where Giorno draws the line between his sense of justice and what justice might mean to other people.
The difference between going too far, and not going far enough.
If she curled away from anything, it was the weight behind his words. That's not something she could take indelicately.
The sweeps of her tail dwindle to nothing as she thinks, because her answer may fix this or make it worse, settling on:]
...That's not what I said. You're an incredible person, but that last thing I want to do is shunt responsibility that should be mine onto you.
We promised to help one another, but hearing you talk like this, it makes me wonder if I've failed.
[That is, to be someone he can rely on. As opposed to someone who needs protecting.
But then, she's not a gangster.
She's not someone who evolved past King Crimson.
She's a normal girl, and even with her new body, that remains true. Just like how everything that is Giorno Giovanna has bled from the silhouette of this plant-boy since the moment he found her on the beach.]