[Honestly, the question is distracting for a moment. They spent so much time going over it from the other direction: you did everything you could / but it wasn't enough--that he never considered what it would have been like if Giorno hadn't tried. It seems like an impossibility. It seems like a reality that could never have been.]
[By the time he comes back to himself, Shinjiro's moving. And then stopping. And then--shaking. Something clenches under Mista's ribs, seeing him.]
[Somehow, he just--knows. He knows what Shinjiro means. He wonders if everyone here's felt it, at one time or another, in one way or another.]
. . . It wasn't supposed to be me, either.
[Quiet. Tired, really, more than anything. He's really--honestly pretty lonely. He doesn't like to think about it. But it shouldn't have been him here. He knows who it should have been.]
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[Honestly, the question is distracting for a moment. They spent so much time going over it from the other direction: you did everything you could / but it wasn't enough--that he never considered what it would have been like if Giorno hadn't tried. It seems like an impossibility. It seems like a reality that could never have been.]
[By the time he comes back to himself, Shinjiro's moving. And then stopping. And then--shaking. Something clenches under Mista's ribs, seeing him.]
[Somehow, he just--knows. He knows what Shinjiro means. He wonders if everyone here's felt it, at one time or another, in one way or another.]
. . . It wasn't supposed to be me, either.
[Quiet. Tired, really, more than anything. He's really--honestly pretty lonely. He doesn't like to think about it. But it shouldn't have been him here. He knows who it should have been.]
'M sorry, man. I really am.