“I can’t…. I can’t.. obey that command. Please respect my wishes.” If there was any order he could never agree to, it was one that involved harming Giorno. He would kill hundred of men at a snap, but never would he do anything to this person in front of him.
“I’ve gone through worst just… Just go.. I’m at my limits… If you move any closer I’ll suck you dry…”
【 ✮ 】— It was frustrating. And painful. Seeing him this weak, this… sad, poor unfortunate soul who had to be cursed and was unable to cope with something bigger than him… Giorno couldn’t look at him being this vulnerable.
— As the idea popped in his mind, though, Giorno didn’t even think twice before turning his back to the suffering being and lock himself in the nearest room –but not before grabbing one of the cups decorating the furniture of the hallway.
— He was lucky he still had one of those little swiss knives with him at the moment. The incision he made to the wrist was precise and deep enough not to cause any damage to himself, but he couldn’t help but look away while his blood slowly started filling the cup until it was almost filled. A bedsheet was being torn apart, becoming a rudimentary bandage covering the slit, Gold experience already turning it into skin.
— When he came back to the hallway, the cup was being held within his hands, and moved towards the gunner.
