His father was asking him to breathe? That was easy. His father could have asked for his beating heart and he would have reached into his own chest to give it to him.
So Giorno did—the pain was distant and meaningless. The exhaustion was nothing. The fear was nothing.
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Date: 2024-12-19 05:11 pm (UTC)So Giorno did—the pain was distant and meaningless. The exhaustion was nothing. The fear was nothing.