[He doesn't grip tight enough, and that is his flaw. It only takes one rough jerk away for Diavolo's hold to slacken. He can't commit wholeheartedly; he cannot see his will through to the end. Perhaps he doesn't want death, but—
But something flares up in him regardless, something bright and blinding, a rush of heat and a jolt of static that sets his hair on end.
Memory... is that all this is about? Is that why Doppio disobeys his orders?]
Oh, Doppio? So why does it have to be me? [His voice comes in a low, accusatory rumble that pieces the silence.] It is always me. It has always been me. Every fault, every mistake, every burning memory is mine alone to bear, while you press ever forward, unchained by our past in a way I could never be. I envy you more than you could imagine.
im also taking this on a whim
But something flares up in him regardless, something bright and blinding, a rush of heat and a jolt of static that sets his hair on end.
Memory... is that all this is about? Is that why Doppio disobeys his orders?]
Oh, Doppio? So why does it have to be me? [His voice comes in a low, accusatory rumble that pieces the silence.] It is always me. It has always been me. Every fault, every mistake, every burning memory is mine alone to bear, while you press ever forward, unchained by our past in a way I could never be. I envy you more than you could imagine.