That's the trouble with a Stand like Heaven's Door, Reimi is slowly growing to realize. There's so much potential to do good with it, so many ways that she could use it to help — and that's just it. There are so many things she could do to help, and nothing to stop her from it.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And the sort of strength that Abbacchio is looking for...that's not something that ought to come from a few strokes of a pen, however easy it might be to do.
It shouldn't be that easy.
But — it also doesn't have to be so hard.
So what she writes is, I will wake feeling rested after I sleep, and doesn't let him see it as she carefully closes the page.]
All done! I bet you're feeling better already, huh?
[It's a strange sensation, his forehead opening for her and having himself revealed in such a way. But he trusts Reimi completely, unconcerned, closing his eyes as he places himself essentially in her hands.
He has no idea what she's written. Just that she's written something. He lets out a sigh of relief when it's done.]
Yeah, actually. Like there's some weight coming off of my shoulders.
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Thank you, sorellina.
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That's the trouble with a Stand like Heaven's Door, Reimi is slowly growing to realize. There's so much potential to do good with it, so many ways that she could use it to help — and that's just it. There are so many things she could do to help, and nothing to stop her from it.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And the sort of strength that Abbacchio is looking for...that's not something that ought to come from a few strokes of a pen, however easy it might be to do.
It shouldn't be that easy.
But — it also doesn't have to be so hard.
So what she writes is, I will wake feeling rested after I sleep, and doesn't let him see it as she carefully closes the page.]
All done! I bet you're feeling better already, huh?
[Inwardly, she holds her breath, and hopes.]
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He has no idea what she's written. Just that she's written something. He lets out a sigh of relief when it's done.]
Yeah, actually. Like there's some weight coming off of my shoulders.
...Thank you. For doing this.