[Giotto laughs, and it's bitter. Because he knows exactly what Tsuna is asking him. Tsuna wants to know why he was bitter and jaded, he wanted to know why he regretted his choices, why he'd given up on thinking he'd ever bring people anything but pain and suffering. He'd honestly though Tsuna would back down at being asked, not turn around and ask it anyway.
He didn't want to answer that and shatter Tsuna's world. Tsuna thought he was some sort of hero, a person to look up to. But he wasn't that. Giotto was only human.
And in the end, he had ended up more like the villain than the hero he had always wanted to be.
So there was only one thing to do: pretend he had no idea what Tsuna was talking about.]
You're going to have to be more specific than that, bambino. I'm a lot of things.
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He didn't want to answer that and shatter Tsuna's world. Tsuna thought he was some sort of hero, a person to look up to. But he wasn't that. Giotto was only human.
And in the end, he had ended up more like the villain than the hero he had always wanted to be.
So there was only one thing to do: pretend he had no idea what Tsuna was talking about.]
You're going to have to be more specific than that, bambino. I'm a lot of things.