“But…this looks really bad…” Dio. Who was that supposed to be? Giorno failed to mention his father ever before. Bruno was bombarded by confusion and disbelief. He was still reluctant to believe Giorno’s father was a vampire. “Look, let me at least get you some pain killers…I’m not going to sit by and watch you suffer.” Giorno was dellusional. Bruno would have to wait until he was better to attempt an investigation.
【 ✮ 】— Yet, Giorno couldn’t stop himself from being shocked, and visibly shaken by the other’s presence. The fever was awful –and the idea of the person whose corpse he turned into beautiful butterflies was indeed something his mind couldn’t rationally cope.
— « Please… T-tell me you’re n-not real… » He was begging, his voice creaking, delicate like the weep of an angel. His grip on his jacket was still able to link him to the other. « T-tell me y-you’re happy, and you’re n-not angry with me, Bruno… T-tell me you’re not here to h-haunt me… »
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