❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜ from mista …
from this meme.
“heroism” was a hollow word in this context —- giorno did not strive for praise or acknowledgement, him merely feeling an obligation to rescue and heal whoever he possibly could; their lives were of greater importance than his pride, and if his name were never uttered amidst a retelling of events, it wouldn’t bother him.
this expectation was not reciprocal, nor would it ever be. giorno knew how to manage alone. this burden should not be forced upon another —- it was cruel and unnecessary. and yet … as fingers brushed over the edges of his eyes, wiping away the remnant of tears previously shed, a soft voice spoke from deep within —- one which pushed aside the deep-rooted embarrassment of vulnerability, begging and pleading. ‘ please see me, ’ it said, spreading a traumatic ache in his heart, brimming against the worn cracks. ‘ please hear me. ’
a deep breath was taken, granting giorno a moment to piece himself back together after the sudden confrontation, back still turned to mista. “ no one has to, ” ... but i want them to. finally, head turned a few degrees, granting mista an honest glimpse of his sorrowful expression, now void of pretense. “ it would be a terrible burden to bear. ”
