...and he still holds onto his boyhood dream.
But it's hard. It's so hard sometimes.
He knew going in that he might die. He knew going in that other people might die. He thought he was fully prepared for this possibility but when he reached the carnage of Abbacchio's body, he realized that he was only a boy and he really, really wasn't prepared at all.
He sent the devil to hell and took his throne. He wouldn't let his team die in vain. Don Giovanna controls all of Passione and has turned it into something better than it was before.
He was only a boy. He's a man now, older than Buccellati will ever be, and the night is dark and the wind howls outside his window, and he wonders if hell is real and it is this.
They were all just boys. And Giorno only knew them for a short span of days but he closes his eyes and he sees them in flashes: Buccellati and Abbacchio laughing together in the kitchen when they thought no one could see them, Fugo and Narancia at the table solving math problems, Mista explaining why Karen Carpenter was objectively the greatest musician, Trish looking out the window with Giorno in silence.
He doesn't remember Diavolo's face anymore. It's been too long. Giorno suspects that's what the former boss would have wanted and he hates it.
He doesn't think much about that man anymore, but he does think about Buccellati's gang. They lived and they died and everything Giorno does, he does so they didn't die in vain.
He remembers. And he mourns. And Passione is better than it was but it can always be better. And he still holds onto his boyhood dream, but it's so hard sometimes during the night.
