[ Genetic. That part Riley doesn't understand, and it shows on her face. For perhaps the first time, she's struck still with the question of what she knows about Giorno. Sure, there was that wonder—that fear—when they first met, but this is different, it's just...curiosity. Wonder for her friend. Everything that was replaced with her fear and panic. ]

Let...him go? Giorno, what...does that mean? He was... Haruno was...

[ ...like that little girl afraid of everything. Like the crying, stuttering child who couldn't stand up for herself, who needed someone else to give her that strength. That girl who wasn't good at anything, who couldn't even get her parents to look at her.

Riley trails off. She doesn't understand some of this. But that, that, she— ]

...You...didn't want...to be him anymore. So, you just...aren't.