[Nodding, chin dipping to bump against the top of her head, he keeps moving forward because that's all he can do. Out into the hallway, quick and efficient, walking fast but never running.]
[Preserving his energy for a final sprint, just in case.]
[He remembers Fugo fussing over gutshot, stapling his skin closed over a wound they both knew required medical attention that there was no time to get. Thinks, not for the first time, that if not for Giorno learning how to heal in the nick of time, it would've gone septic and he'd have died slow and ugly. Instead he's got flesh made of bullets and nine lives, somehow. He doesn't think this is the last one, but you never know.]
[He could run with this girl in his arms and a punctured lung. He's not afraid of that. He can think about the people he hasn't managed to save all he wants, but in the moment of action there's no such thing as failure. It simply doesn't exist as a possibility.]
It's a way of binding myself to someone else. Somebody I want to protect and who— [Maybe not for everyone. But for him.] —gives me something to believe in. Something to fight for.
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[Nodding, chin dipping to bump against the top of her head, he keeps moving forward because that's all he can do. Out into the hallway, quick and efficient, walking fast but never running.]
[Preserving his energy for a final sprint, just in case.]
[He remembers Fugo fussing over gutshot, stapling his skin closed over a wound they both knew required medical attention that there was no time to get. Thinks, not for the first time, that if not for Giorno learning how to heal in the nick of time, it would've gone septic and he'd have died slow and ugly. Instead he's got flesh made of bullets and nine lives, somehow. He doesn't think this is the last one, but you never know.]
[He could run with this girl in his arms and a punctured lung. He's not afraid of that. He can think about the people he hasn't managed to save all he wants, but in the moment of action there's no such thing as failure. It simply doesn't exist as a possibility.]
It's a way of binding myself to someone else. Somebody I want to protect and who— [Maybe not for everyone. But for him.] —gives me something to believe in. Something to fight for.
It's yours. If you want it.
[Just like that.]