[That's . . . very clever, isn't it. Kakyoin is always so clever. Such a good person to talk to, to clarify things with. Kakyoin is, in his own way, a mirror just like Giorno is.]
[His fingers freeze in the process of pulling out yet another pin. Then, carefully and as though it takes some effort, he exhales, tugs out the pin and holds it and the others cupped in his hands. Stares at them. Nods.]
I wasn't someone amazing before. I don't want people to see that.
[He answered with a small, acknowledging nod of his own, not refusing or judging the concept and instead carefully continuing his line of thought.]
...but we can't help it. Because being a Stand user means having everything about us visible--what we like as well as hate, what we want people to see and what we'd do anything to hide.
[He was sure that Kakyoin would say something to him. Argue with him. No, you are amazing. But Kakyoin isn't like that. He knows . . . Kakyoin is the one who agreed with him, first and foremost. Giorno said he wasn't a good person; Kakyoin acknowledged that that might be the case.]
[Kakyoin never denies him his truths. He only listens, and considers.]
[Sometimes Giorno thinks Kakyoin might be his wisest friend.]
This was selfish of me to say, wasn't it. As if you don't know.
I don't know if it's selfish to admit to what you do or don't want.
[Neither of them were exactly saints when it came down to it. And both of them had someone they would much rather have left behind as a distant memory. It really wasn't rocket science as far as Kakyoin was concerned; you didn't have to be a good person to be kind or morally right when it counted. Giorno was in part like Dio, but he wasn't like Dio. They were in a similar small part Haruno and Tenmei, but they weren't Haruno and Tenmei. There was a clear distinction there, even if it wasn't something he expected most people to properly grasp. Kakyoin wasn't even sure it was something he knew how to fully articulate.]
I can't really picture you--or any of my friends, really--doing something I wouldn't be able to forgive you for.
[And most of them had certainly screwed up in some measure in the time they'd been there. Shockingly enough, the world hadn't even ended.]
...I think you and I are probably a little too hard on ourselves sometimes--and that someone should be willing to forgive us if we can't forgive ourselves. That's...what friends are supposed to be able to do, I think.
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[That's . . . very clever, isn't it. Kakyoin is always so clever. Such a good person to talk to, to clarify things with. Kakyoin is, in his own way, a mirror just like Giorno is.]
[His fingers freeze in the process of pulling out yet another pin. Then, carefully and as though it takes some effort, he exhales, tugs out the pin and holds it and the others cupped in his hands. Stares at them. Nods.]
I wasn't someone amazing before. I don't want people to see that.
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...but we can't help it. Because being a Stand user means having everything about us visible--what we like as well as hate, what we want people to see and what we'd do anything to hide.
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[Kakyoin never denies him his truths. He only listens, and considers.]
[Sometimes Giorno thinks Kakyoin might be his wisest friend.]
This was selfish of me to say, wasn't it. As if you don't know.
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[Neither of them were exactly saints when it came down to it. And both of them had someone they would much rather have left behind as a distant memory. It really wasn't rocket science as far as Kakyoin was concerned; you didn't have to be a good person to be kind or morally right when it counted. Giorno was in part like Dio, but he wasn't like Dio. They were in a similar small part Haruno and Tenmei, but they weren't Haruno and Tenmei. There was a clear distinction there, even if it wasn't something he expected most people to properly grasp. Kakyoin wasn't even sure it was something he knew how to fully articulate.]
And even if it was, I'll forgive you for it.
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[He can't help but smile a little wryly at that. Forgiveness is such a strange concept, sometimes. Most of the time.]
Do you forgive me even when I don't forgive myself? Because I don't, you know. Mostly.
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[And most of them had certainly screwed up in some measure in the time they'd been there. Shockingly enough, the world hadn't even ended.]
...I think you and I are probably a little too hard on ourselves sometimes--and that someone should be willing to forgive us if we can't forgive ourselves. That's...what friends are supposed to be able to do, I think.