[Giorno tips his head to one side, confused. In a near-perfect mirror, Gold Experience does the same. Something about that . . .]
[He purses his lips, then nods slowly. Carefully. Understanding, not accepting.]
I see. [Life can't do anything to fix metal. There's a brief, hysterical moment when he realizes that, all the same, Fugo could probably destroy it. He doesn't like the idea that destruction has power over Mettaton when creation does not.]
You've been hiding it. So maybe that's not the best look--for hiding. Mm.
Do you want me to get rid of them? The flowers on your bandage.
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[Giorno tips his head to one side, confused. In a near-perfect mirror, Gold Experience does the same. Something about that . . .]
[He purses his lips, then nods slowly. Carefully. Understanding, not accepting.]
I see. [Life can't do anything to fix metal. There's a brief, hysterical moment when he realizes that, all the same, Fugo could probably destroy it. He doesn't like the idea that destruction has power over Mettaton when creation does not.]
You've been hiding it. So maybe that's not the best look--for hiding. Mm.
Do you want me to get rid of them? The flowers on your bandage.