[This is how it went: one day, Haruno decided that he didn't want to be himself anymore. He sewed up a chrysalis, sealed himself inside, and came out something different. A new, brighter, better person, entirely separate. That's how Giorno came to be.]
[Even with long teeth and sharp claws and eyes that don't look like they belong to a human being, Giorno didn't change. He stayed himself, only himself, content and certain in his self. Until one day, the world shifted slightly sideways and made the course of nature flow in reverse. Giorno was forced to recede into a shell long since shed, compacted tight, and ejected Haruno all over again.]
[Haruno lived a whole happy life. Which was never possible for the real Haruno. It could never have happened. It's cruel, Giorno recognizes dully, to present such a pathetic barely-a-person with the illusion of happiness. Inside him, Haruno stirs now, restless with sorrow and regret and what-ifs. It's annoying. Nagging. There's no point even thinking about it. That whole thing was a lie. If Haruno had carried on, he would have died, or worse. They both knew there wasn't any future for him. They both did the right thing.]
[None of this could possibly come out of his mouth coherently, so he doesn't try. Like always, he runs, isolates, avoids. There are some people he avoids more than others, people he had closest contact with in that other Bavan, but really, he doesn't want to speak to anyone. He doesn't want to look at anyone. Messages go unanswered. He finds new places to spend his time, to enjoy the warming sun as spring tries its best to distract him.]
[He doesn't hear his name being called from above as he lets his roots drag idly through the water of a small pond in the center of a park he's never visited before. The likelihood of being found in this improbable location is so low, he's simply refusing to acknowledge it.]
action, end march. cw depression, depersonalization/dissoc., unreality, implied suicidal ideation
[Even with long teeth and sharp claws and eyes that don't look like they belong to a human being, Giorno didn't change. He stayed himself, only himself, content and certain in his self. Until one day, the world shifted slightly sideways and made the course of nature flow in reverse. Giorno was forced to recede into a shell long since shed, compacted tight, and ejected Haruno all over again.]
[Haruno lived a whole happy life. Which was never possible for the real Haruno. It could never have happened. It's cruel, Giorno recognizes dully, to present such a pathetic barely-a-person with the illusion of happiness. Inside him, Haruno stirs now, restless with sorrow and regret and what-ifs. It's annoying. Nagging. There's no point even thinking about it. That whole thing was a lie. If Haruno had carried on, he would have died, or worse. They both knew there wasn't any future for him. They both did the right thing.]
[None of this could possibly come out of his mouth coherently, so he doesn't try. Like always, he runs, isolates, avoids. There are some people he avoids more than others, people he had closest contact with in that other Bavan, but really, he doesn't want to speak to anyone. He doesn't want to look at anyone. Messages go unanswered. He finds new places to spend his time, to enjoy the warming sun as spring tries its best to distract him.]
[He doesn't hear his name being called from above as he lets his roots drag idly through the water of a small pond in the center of a park he's never visited before. The likelihood of being found in this improbable location is so low, he's simply refusing to acknowledge it.]