“No… Giorno… Please..” He brought both hands to his face, closing his eyes as he was filled with self-loathing. The urge to attack was getting stronger. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to lay a hand on Giorno like this.
“I’m your bodyguard… I know I’ve done a bad job of protecting you lately.. But plase. At least let me protect you from myself. Just go. I’ll be fine…….”
Even though the blonde tried to assure him, Mista knew that wasn’t the case. With the hunger he had— he’d probably greatly weaken him.
【 ✮ 】— « Guido Mista, this is a command from your Boss. » The tone was commanding, filled with that authority Giorno seemed to innately have, tightly sewn to his voice.
— Yet, the tone then lowered in a murmur, the murmur of a lover who wanted to soothe the other from a greater pain. « Please, amore mio. I can’t see you reducing yourself like this. I beg of you –feed yourself with my blood. »
