[Even at the distance they were at he could still smell it. He could hear the beating of his heart, his eyes could clearly see his veins. He’d become a vile creature, and the last thing he wanted was to harm Giorno. He had to stay away, no matter what.]
…… Boss. You need to go somewhere else….
【 ✮ 】— Calm. He had to remain calm. Even if it was hard –even if his beloved one just became like Bruno and his father… he had to feign composrure and calm. It was for his own sake. It was for Mista’s sake.
— And yet, he shook his head. And yet, not a step was being done by the young Boss. And yet…
— « Are you thirsty, Mista? »
— … Yet Giorno couldn’t imagine himself parted from Mista, even if he wasn’t human anymore. Oh, love, how cruel you are.
