[The moment is far too similar to one Wylan's lived before. The setting is entirely different, library chairs are more comfortable than the middle of dirt roads, and it was Jesper by his side trying to reassure him instead of Giorno, but the feeling's so similar. Wylan leans forward on the table, burying his face in his arms, hoping it'll at least hide the tears he knows are coming.]
I'm not... [Smart. Accomplished. Strong enough.] But what if he's right? What if I ruin everything?
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I'm not... [Smart. Accomplished. Strong enough.] But what if he's right? What if I ruin everything?