[There's something knowing in Giorno's gaze. A little mean, maybe, in a self-deprecating way. Because of course he knows: more of something does not mean all of something, necessarily. Just because you're more of yourself than you've ever been before doesn't mean you're whole.]
[He said he was complete, and in a way he was. In power, he was. Theoretically, that's all that matters.]
[Whatever. His expression softens slightly as he slides the World back into the deck.]
I'm glad for you. It's difficult, isn't it? Making progress on being, oh — the most of yourself that you can be. [It should sound trite, but he believes it so strongly; it's clear in every syllable. It is hard to live in your own skin to the fullest. Maybe the hardest thing there is.]
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[There's something knowing in Giorno's gaze. A little mean, maybe, in a self-deprecating way. Because of course he knows: more of something does not mean all of something, necessarily. Just because you're more of yourself than you've ever been before doesn't mean you're whole.]
[He said he was complete, and in a way he was. In power, he was. Theoretically, that's all that matters.]
[Whatever. His expression softens slightly as he slides the World back into the deck.]
I'm glad for you. It's difficult, isn't it? Making progress on being, oh — the most of yourself that you can be. [It should sound trite, but he believes it so strongly; it's clear in every syllable. It is hard to live in your own skin to the fullest. Maybe the hardest thing there is.]