[Saying that this is 'a lot to process' would be putting things criminally lightly. (And not the kind of criminal Giorno would approve of, either.) Jin slows to a stop at a corner in the maze rather than simply rounding it, allowing a pair of alien inmates to pass him. He massages his temples, rolling the thoughts over in his mind like the words that'll most certainly remain unspoken on his tongue.
Giorno Giovanna's Naples is fragmented, like an old photograph torn to bits, like a puzzle Jin's still struggling to piece back together. The younger boy just won't broach the subject all the time. There are faces and names that Kung Jin will never know: lost to time, to cruel fates that'd take boys barely become men. He's no stranger to that privacy, the thick facade-- his mask cracks differently than Giorno's, but even Asher had only seen the iceberg-tip of him for ages-- and yet.
Those picturesque cliffs, even in all their beauty, stand harsh, monolithic, carved black shadows jutting into the rolling sea.]
i have. you know that dumb saying? Home is where the heart is?? well when your home's not with you it sure feels like your heart's been yanked out with them
...gods, this'd be so much easier if i could just talk to you face to face.
[He wants to talk about it now. He's bursting with wanting to talk about it, even though it'll make him cry. He wants to push it all out of him, in the fruitless hope that discussing it will somehow purge the pain of not being there. It's stupid. But he just--]
[His whole self is so tied up in this place, and these people, that he never quite realized how much comfort he took from its familiar foreignness.]
[Jin sends his location on the magitek's tracker. The labyrinth itself's not mapped out-- that'd be far, far too easy-- but it should be something to see the little pinprick of light that is Kung Jin moving, a comforting if not yet physical presence.]
I'm pretty close. think i gotta make a few more turns.
[There's not much for another few minutes, until Jin, looking about and looking slightly confused, rounds a corner-- without yet spotting Giorno.]
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Giorno Giovanna's Naples is fragmented, like an old photograph torn to bits, like a puzzle Jin's still struggling to piece back together. The younger boy just won't broach the subject all the time. There are faces and names that Kung Jin will never know: lost to time, to cruel fates that'd take boys barely become men. He's no stranger to that privacy, the thick facade-- his mask cracks differently than Giorno's, but even Asher had only seen the iceberg-tip of him for ages-- and yet.
Those picturesque cliffs, even in all their beauty, stand harsh, monolithic, carved black shadows jutting into the rolling sea.]
i have. you know that dumb saying? Home is where the heart is??
well when your home's not with you it sure feels like your heart's been yanked out with them
...gods, this'd be so much easier if i could just talk to you face to face.
you want me to come find you?
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[His whole self is so tied up in this place, and these people, that he never quite realized how much comfort he took from its familiar foreignness.]
yes
please
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I'm pretty close.
think i gotta make a few more turns.
[There's not much for another few minutes, until Jin, looking about and looking slightly confused, rounds a corner-- without yet spotting Giorno.]