[There's a long moment when he doesn't respond because, frankly, he doesn't know how to. He isn't used to hearing that--could probably count the times it's happened on one hand, and even then only in the last six months, if he's being honest. He still doesn't know how to respond, doesn't have the words, and he can't just not say anything.]
[He can't help but be suspicious, though. Just like always. He hasn't suspected Asher's motivation until now, but when kindness is turned on him he feels cornered. It can't possibly be real.]
Of course.
[He lies as easily and seamlessly as breathing. Even if he trusted in someone else's investment in his well-being, he doesn't have the luxury of weakness. In all likelihood, he never will again. Not until they find him again--Polnareff, Mista, Trish, Fugo--and then there will be a breath of fresh air before he dives under the water again. Asher is not the oasis for Giorno that he seems to want to be.]
You don't need to worry about me. I'm very resilient.
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[He can't help but be suspicious, though. Just like always. He hasn't suspected Asher's motivation until now, but when kindness is turned on him he feels cornered. It can't possibly be real.]
Of course.
[He lies as easily and seamlessly as breathing. Even if he trusted in someone else's investment in his well-being, he doesn't have the luxury of weakness. In all likelihood, he never will again. Not until they find him again--Polnareff, Mista, Trish, Fugo--and then there will be a breath of fresh air before he dives under the water again. Asher is not the oasis for Giorno that he seems to want to be.]
You don't need to worry about me. I'm very resilient.