They’re not as immediate as you think. The fandom has this idea that it is, that I die, wake, die.. that’s not true. It was at the beginning, but death like that isn’t a punishment. Eventually it spaces out. I come back as someone else, I live that life, and eventually I die. I remember it all right before it happens, and I’m back to myself the moment it does. Rinse, repeat. I’ve been so many people, but I’m also always myself. That’s really what it boils down to. I’m myself. No matter the life, when the misery is too much, I’m myself again. Over and over. It doesn’t stop. I’ll die in this place too, eventually. I know that, and I fight it anyway. I don’t blame Giorno. Not any more. I just wish it was as instant as everyone thinks it is. I wish I didn’t have the time to breathe before my heart stops, you know? But that’s not punishment. The punishment is that I do live. I live and sometimes I even thrive! Then.. it’s over. And it won’t ever stop. And I never know. Your life is precious. The hurt and the pain you feel is what makes you human. Take it from me, the man who wishes I could keep these little scraps of life and happiness. You matter. You feel like you’re drowning, but you’re not. Swim, I know you can. If I’m still alive, I’ll take your hand. I promise.
