Chapter 33: When SEELE finishes the GEASS
It can be argued that Rei rather than Shinji is the real main character of Evangelion since she undergoes even more development than him.
Whereas Shinji had emotions at the start of the series, albeit very misguided and self-harmful ones, Rei was just a hollow and empty shell.
She did not even have a clearly defined goal other than follow her creator's orders. She was incapable of feeling either happiness or sadness. She wanted to destroy the entire planet because a crazed madman told her to.
Throughout the series, Rei gains increased sentience. She comes to see the benefit of having feelings and to accept that to be happy, she must also be sad at times like yin and yan.
She starts to see Gendo for the monster he really is. She starts to see that Shinji is the true hero that gives her life meaning. She learns every human emotion from love to hatred, one by one and all that comes full circle in the finale when she decides not only not to destroy the world but to convince a maddened Shinji not to do it either.
In fact, she manages to create a compromise in which people can choose whether to accept instrumentality or not as she literally ascends to godhood, having started of as nothing but an unwitting pawn in NERV and SEELE's ploy for world domination.
Shinji just had to feel better through self-motivation. Rei actually had to learn to feel.
That is quite the accomplishment.
"Evil people hate the light because it reveals themselves to themselves. They hate goodness because it reveals their badness; they hate love because it reveals their laziness. They will destroy the light, the goodness, the love in order to avoid the pain of such self-awareness. My second conclusion, then, is that evil is laziness carried to its ultimate, extraordinary extreme. Laziness is nonlove. Evil is antilove." - Scott Peck. Master psychiatrist and author of bestselling self-help book. "The Road less travelled"
Hotaru Tomoe POV
Some nights I stay up, cashing in my bad luck
Some nights. I call it a draw.
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off.
Some nights I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends, for a change.
And some nights I'm scared that I'll forget you again
Some nights I always win. I always win.
But I still wake up. I still see your ghost
Oh lord I'm still not sure what I stand for.
What do I stand for? WHAT DO I STAND FOR!?
Most nights?
I don't know.
Anymore...
Mum and dad once told me when I was little that guns were banned in Japan. Because the Japanese government in their infinite wisdom, saw how dangerous they could be and how easy it was to kill with the press of a button when one was carried in the hands of a deranged criminal.
My sole young friend, Chibiusa once confided to me when she could not contain it to herself any longer through her closeness to me, that she was part of a group of teenage heroines who were in fact the reincarnated souls of an ancient confederation of super-powered princesses.
Each of whom drew power from one of the now lifeless and empty planets once full of vibrant and technologically advanced entire civilizations of life and laughter.
Each of whom were named specifically after the planet that gifted them their powers, all of whom were bound by oath to queen Serenity of the all-loving moon kingdom.
They each had two forms. Their normal form which they showed to those they knew and supposedly loved and wished to protect.
And their sailor form. Which placed an illusionary barrier over them to make them unrecognisable and alien to their true appearance, to baffle and confuse onlookers whether friend or enemy.
Once it was simply a stylish uniform. Like the one Superman and Goku wore to stand out more from ordinary citizens who wanted to express their thanks to their idols for saving their lives.
The moon kingdom once held so much power and might that the dark kingdom extinguished almost in a matter of minutes in what Chibiusa called "the dark crusade".
The sailor guardians as I would come to call them, had ages that ranged from slightly older than the twelve-year-old me in the case of Chibiusa's "relative" Usagi, Ami and Rei.
To young adults who had long ago obtained job, independence and acclaimed reputation as was the case with my teacher in school, Setsuna.
Or as she was really called in the secret society Chibiusa was forced for extremely flimsy reasons that she herself despised to keep in the dark, Sailor Pluto.
Her final parting words as she was forced to flee into yet another mission, having stayed longer than she already should with me, was that they were all very nice.
Very nice.
Guns were bad, Sailor guardians were good.
The next day as I took my usual trip along a less frequented promenade obscured by many buildings to avoid drawing unwanted attention to myself from my bullies, they made their move. The celebrities I'd come to regard almost as a second family, with the business of my eccentric but still very loveable dad who still pined for my mum as I did.
Race car champion Haruka and platinum record violinist Michiru.
Or Sailor Uranus and Neptune as I now knew them to truly be known as, courtesy of Chibiusa whose kindness I would never forget.
They came from behind me, where they knew I'd have no chance to address them.
With gloved hands, they worked together to grip me in a firm headlock from which I had no chance of escape as they carried me into Haruka's waiting race car.
Setsuna was waiting there also and she let me have it with a dizzying spray of nerve agent that I could make no guess at.
Daddy told me scientists, especially ones specializing in the medical field occupied the highest echeleon of human morality among the ranks of mankind.
They said nothing as they carried out these gruesome deeds.
They were ever silent even as I awoke in the nick of time to find myself dangling over the edge of a ravine, a ferociously streaming river below whose waters swept so quickly that foam bubbles were thrown several feet upward.
"Please. Let me go. Sailor Uranus and Neptune. If you truly are the noble guardians Chibiusa claims you to be then for her sake and mine, spare my life."
I manage to croak out in futility.
"You know too much and your overwhelming powers are a threat to all of us" Sailor Uranus grumbles as she bludgeons me over my already sore forehead with a carpenter hammer.
A perfectly legal, yet hard and weighty tool used in common household repairs and construction work.
My final look back at the professional racer and violinist as I go careening over the edge, shows me neither mercy, nor regret in their stony countenances.
It wasn't a gun that ended me, nor a sailor guardian's intervention that protected me.
Two truths I held to be absolute, shattering to a million jagged shards along with my fragile skull.
I would discover later upon reawakening in the clutches of SEELE, that I did indeed possess untapped world-destroying abilities said to be the lost relics of a distant interstellar kingdom of a bygone era. In the same vein as the corpses of a few other girls and young women they had dug up, who apparently died fighting each other in a bloody civil war. Their readings revealed each of them to contain energies of a different planet within the milky way.
With me containing the essence of Saturn, the one missing planet and the most dangerous of them all.
This discovery did nothing to quell my rage at the poor decisions of my Sailor brethren, as my memories too late began to come back to me.
Sarcasm is not my usual suit, but I can't restrain myself from a dry and insipid laugh of complete irony.
With our leader Sailor Moon dead by her own allies hand, the future that Chibiusa confided to me she came from had ceased to exist.
She by extension, had ceased to exist. My best and only true friend. Of the few months I spent with her, only in them did I feel truly alive at all in the short yet agonizing twelve years I've been alive.
A young and neglected girl left to suffer in silence by her own parents. She was not simply killed but zapped from existence at such a tender age. Coldly betrayed by the very authority figures she felt she could trust the most.
I could not think of a worse way for anyone to go. This same magnitude of loss was not experienced by me even when my own mother gave her life to save mine.
Perhaps if she didn't and I had burned along with that failed experiment, Chibiusa would still be alive thanks to never getting caught up in my mess that I didn't even know I was a part of.
I've used the last of my strength to formulate a telepathic message, with the help of the deceased spirit of an enigmatic mystic who managed to remain undead in the form of a bodiless spirit. A certain C.C, as she calls herself not wanting to reveal her real name to anyone even in death.
Our combined energy was just enough to create a synchronized vision in which both of us were given a grand eternity of three seconds between us, to weakly gag out a plea for help to the sole living beings we felt had any chance of giving the slightest care in the world about our tragic situation.
Soon SEELE will finish the GEASS.
The mind control device whose energies even I will not be able to resist. I've refused despite repeated torture attempts to use my deadly powers to cause the next impact.
They tried bribing me with a vast fortune and when that failed, they resorted to the most devious and devilish tricks of torture only the most perverted soul could dream up.
Zapping me with jolts of a thousand-volt electricity.
Laying a scorching iron into my exposed flesh. Sticking me into an authentically recreated gas chamber and turning the carbon monoxide fumes as high as they would go after tightly locking the tied up me inside.
I could go on and on about the traumatic tortures that they tried to make me submit at any cost, but for my own sanity I think I'll stop there.
In my weakened state lacking the full extent of my ancient powers, I was still able to regenerate from nearly any wound but never without first feeling the full extent of the hurt and pain they carried with them.
I have but one final sentiment as the dark day draws nearer. When my final remaining possession of limitless value, my free will is forcibly wrested at long last with nothing I can do to stop it, no matter my will to resist the temptation of finally making my unspeakable sufferings stop.
Why hide your identities, fellow Sailor guardians?
If your goal is truly to rebuild our ruined planetary empires which to be quite frank you've made not one ounce of progress in restoring, should not our future citizens get to better know about their soon to be rulers?
Ami. Sailor Mercury. You have the power to create water on a whim, and as much of it as you want.
Do you know how many dried up deserts across the world would kill for one bucket of clean, drinkable H2O?
Makoto. Sailor Jupiter. You shoot thunder. Thunder is a large discharge of electricity. The Earth's leaders are starving their people to death in a vapid effort to find some way to harness electrical power once oil, coal and natural gas run out.
Never mind that they're putting up nuclear plants haphazardly everywhere which produce tons of nuclear waste. Toxic stuff which from my dad's experiments, really draws the Angels in like flies to a corpse.
How can you say that only the dark kingdom are your problem and they are the only enemies you need to be concerned about? You claim to want to save the world. To protect mankind.
Did I not count all the times, the bullies at school were roughing me up to take my lunch money?
Did you not think the bullies were a threat because they weren't ten feet rampaging demons with razor claws and big, scary horns?
I would say to wake up and smell the iced tea.
But that would be disrespectful both to my own ideals and those of the pink-haired preschooler you've driven to despair with your neglectful indifference.
For her sake, I'll forgive you. No point in holding a pointless grudge now that I'm about to have my thoughts and identity snatched from me.
At least when I died and was reborn, I kept my memories even if it took a while to remember them all. Now I won't even have the chance to do that. This time. Death cannot save me.
For what it is worth as I take my final looks around the lab that the mean scientists of SEELE have chained me up in, I will say but one more thing. It was me who cast the special spell that allowed you all to regain your memories when you all finally reborn into near identical bodies to your originals, several million years ago.
When the Earth which is now the sole planet in this solar system able to sustain life of any kind, was but an inhospitable burning rock of fire and ash.
It needs to be recast each time you die and only I can cast it. There really is nothing but pitch blackness waiting for all of you now. I've not yet regained the full extent of my own powers and by the time I do, my thoughts will be my own no longer for me to reapply the spell that requires it. I'm truly sorry, Sailors. It seems this time, death cannot save you either.
Death. A sad but necessary release of the self to allow for new life.
Each day as we experience new and wonderful events that forever transform and transfigure us to our very core, our old self dies to be replaced by a new and better us.
Old traditions died out for the greater good and to make way for the new.
Things once thought of as the impossible become the trivial.
When we as a species, stopped using oil lamps and used electrical lights.
When we stopped shivering in a cold, damp cave and discovered central heating.
The day we started riding the comfortable transport device we call "the bus" to school instead of collapsing with exhaustion after we only made it halfway on foot.
When fast firing, lightweight guns were invented to render the bulky and unwieldy bow and arrow obsolete on the battlefield.
The hour at which the world realized that the world wars were pointless and established the united nations to ensure such a bloodbath never happened again.
Our outdated thoughts needed to be killed to allow for these new and better ideas to march us into a brighter future.
The world has changed, my beloved Sailor brethren who I will love down to the last one even in my final moments of consciousness.
The world has changed. If only you'd seen that as I, a shut-in introvert forced into isolation had.
Sailor Saturn, your unwilling enemy who only wishes she could have done you better, signing out.
Shinji. Rei. Mari. Kaworu.
Why do I trust them but no one else?
Well here's one reason. They use their powers even though it hurts them terribly to do so. They use their unique abilities as often as they can, knowing others like it when they do even if they don't.
While Sailor Neptune of the sea is complaining there's nothing for her to do while a helpless and completely well intentioned herd of orphans are screaming for help in the burning orphanage down the street.
Misato POV
Our quest began with the purpose of finding my beloved son Shinji before Asuka got to him first.
It was easy to follow the trail of destruction and misery Asuka's rampage in her new and improved Evangelion had wrought.
Destroyed buildings and crowds of dead or dying citizens, the tragic victims of an immature teenage girl's petulant tantrum.
I could not in good faith leave these guiltless victims knowing it was all my fault they were suffering in this undeserved way that broke my heart.
Major Misato was about to become Medic Misato.
The stand contained within my holy cross round my neck, proved to be of just as much help as a healer as a juggernaut of unstoppable might.
A splash of its holy golden light later, and scratches and bruises faded to become perfect skin.
Broken bones reassembled seamlessly to leave not the slightest of marks.
A wheelchair bound girl who had lost both her eyes in a public sentence NERV carried out to warn against those who dared speak against the wholly benevolent guardians of humanity in these dark times, found herself able to skip and dance merrily as she praised the beauty of my now much shorter purple hair and earnest expression of purity that she'd not seen in any member of NERV, let alone one as high ranking as a major.
A congregation of priests I would later meet explained that while not the first time they had witnessed this phenomenon, it was only to those of true piousness in both intent and actions.
This was seen in other crosses which had also been dipped in the essence of greater Angels whose size and might far dwarfed the one I'd encountered that nearly ended me.
They had undergone the same process, yet nothing had come of most of them.
In one particular instance, the wearer of one cross who had killed an orphanage of children to take its meagre hoard of riches had actually died upon readorning his particular symbol of holiness.
The madman had thought the puddle of Angelic goo in he'd dropped his cross necklace was but a typical puddle, and paid the ultimate price for his insensate sins.
This combination of miracles and mishaps though thoroughly studied could at present be regarded as one of life's greatest mysteries.
But whatever the true reason, I was simply relieved that I'd chosen to grab hold of my final chance of redemption when I did.
It was such a wonderful change to be given the fulfilling job of relieving suffering rather than causing it.
My stand which I named, the Aegis Seraphim, nodded its appreciation each time I silently ordered it to heal yet another weary soul.
To our great regret, its powers brilliant as they were could not cure cancer or heart disease nor reverse the effect of ageing and there was a limit to the injuries it could tend before it needed rest.
But every bit of good I found myself able to do, delighted me more than the finest beer ever brewed ever could.
Minako and her other police colleagues left when they received a message from the Juban Police department stating Shinji, Rei, Mari along with Maya and Ritsuko had taken shelter in a safe and peaceful location that they wished not to disclose.
Their work was done, as far as they were concerned.
They had other criminals to catch and they had seen in me great power that no longer required their presence.
I and Kaji shared a tear as we watched them go back.
"Even next to Asuka. You're not really a priest." I heard Shinji angrily snap at me during one of our last conversations, when he'd lost his sanity completely from a life of endless abuse that even past me knew he did nothing to warrant.
One of the many unrequested rewards, the thankful people from the ruined provinces I had unconditionally agreed to help, let me finally put this scathing remark to rest.
I remembered it as if only yesterday. A robed minister without warning, bowed before me one sunny morning following Aegis Seraphim's timely salvation of his ill wife who'd contacted a raging fever from working her back off to pay NERV's rising demands.
I waited and waited, but he bowed only lower and lower. No words spoken and no words necessary.
His face kissed the white, winter grass before he finally rose with great gravity.
He drew from a gnarled brown sheath, a worn but still shiny silver sword whose rusting hilt contained a cracked but no less passionate ruby.
Somehow, no fear came over me even as he brought this ornamental weapon up to strike me delicately on both my perfectly calm and unmoving shoulders, once each.
Knowing what to do without knowing how I knew; it was my turn to bow ever so slightly as he swung the sword thrice over me with great deliberation and care.
"Rise an ordained member of the Vatican. Misato Katsuragi. Mother Misato Katsuragi."
Soon to be joined by father Kaji Ryoji, I surrendered my life's purpose of killing for killing's sake to become at one with the higher intelligence I had always had faith in even in the lowest depths of my despair. I confessed my past sins of sloth and alcoholism to my flock that I was given charge over with absolute honesty. They appreciated my sincerity and through my anecdote, was helped to see the dangers of the slippery slope that I and so many had fallen down.
How one drink became two, two drinks became four and how the addictive poison lead me astray and broke my darling young hero Shinji's heart.
With the help of Aegis Seraphim, I quickly set to work to make the best use of one type of building that till this day had been seen as nothing more than an auditorium where but a tiny cult gathered each Sunday for a brief prayer.
The churches of the ransacked and pillaged streets of Nagoya, Tokyo 3's far less well-off neighbor became cozy homes, schools and hospitals.
A system I and Kaji would call, a Jesuit education. A way in which these long-overlooked structures could balance form and function to fill the needs of both the dead and the living.
They already came with pews and libraries to make the conversion fairly seamless.
It was ironic how far technology had advanced and yet how the church had only been reformed once in the two thousand years since its establishment in the year zero between Before Christ and Ano Domini.
If we updated bows with guns and tanks with Evangelions (which ironically worked even worse), why had religion not received the same update?
Now I understood that in spite of my hypocritical scolding's of him, Shinji had been the one to follow tradition more faithfully than any of us.
He had understood what it was to truly practice balance according to the glorious Japanese empire's ancient warrior code of Bushido.
To be well learned and spiritually apt. To train mind, body and soul while leaving not one of them neglected in favor of the other two. To truly become one with the Evangelion, you had first to become one with yourself.
The Evangelion after all was a living, breathing creature just like us and no living being however simple liked the nasty taste of cruelty and malice.
Evil repelled us from its source.
I saw the significance in how while Asuka had nearly been killed several times by her own Evangelion even when not in combat, Shinji's unit 1 never came close to threatening him.
The times Asuka was almost corrupted into losing herself in her Eva, were the same times after she had given me a long and tedious rant about how she was better than anyone else and how she had not made any mistake while the rest of the world had wronged her irrevocably.
Once after NERV had planned an entire celebration with the most expensive food it could buy, which she coldly rebuked and scoffed at despite the massive effort it took.
How foolish I had been then in telling her she had a kind heart, the words quavering on my lips even as I spoke them back to her.
It was not coincidence that Shinji piloted better and received no peril from his Evangelion despite having far less training.
Asuka's training had done nothing to train her general human decency that she lacked sorely.
I shan't bore you with the sleepy tale of how priestess Misato stayed up late at night to read bedtime stories to all the orphans she was beyond grateful to be put in charge of as a chance for redemption.
In my church we did not worship by silently praying. We worshipped by dancing in front of the sacred scarecrow. In a similar stead to how the divine wind protected Japan from the Mongol invasion, we prayed to the Golden wind of Jojo to protect us in these troubling times.
We blasted Giorno's theme full throttle in the stead of a yawn inducing choir that would only serve to put us all to sleep.
Religion could be fun.
I still wear the same red skirt and white robe from the day I decided to make a change for the better.
Even as Priestess Misato was elevated to Bishop, Archbishop and eventually Cardinal, I still vowed to live a humble life.
I never returned to the bottle again and spent an inordinate amount of my time not involved in church work, plowing the fields and digging wells.
This old war horse still had some strength in her and I was not about to waste it.
But though I wanted to think otherwise, even to myself, it was not love for my flock that motivated me onward despite my very genuine concern for them and the fact I did really love them.
It was for Shinji. All for Shinji.
So that even if I could never bring myself to face up to the son I'd neglected so wickedly, at least I was carrying on his principles in a place he could not see.
Kaji POV
It's Sunday. Even God rested on a Sunday and so here I am dressed in a white bathrobe fiddling around with the bulky police scanner "M" left us as a parting gift to demonstrate no hard feelings.
My way of relaxation, having no fear of danger and every desire for excitement in my life in which I lived for adventure rather than anything else.
I had successfully atoned my sin of lust by formalizing my engagement to Misato just last week.
The turnout for our modest wedding turned out to be far greater than we could anticipate, and what started as a solemn and quiet ceremony quickly devolved into a wild night of raucous partying after the crowds tore down the church doors to invite their way in.
We were still high ranking NERV officers after all who had restored these people's faith in NERV's pure intentions, at least for the two of us.
I should have expected as much.
The metallic chill of the ring now tightly bound to my left index finger, helps remind me that I cannot be wasting my time going over the lady fashion magazine pages any longer lest I incur the wrath of heaven, nor be spending too long with the female churchgoers giving them less than innocent looks with my hungry eyes.
A worn complete edition bible rests in my lap, its pages already beginning to tear from heavy use.
But wait. What's that whirring? Wee. Woo. Wee. Woo.
Do I hear beeping too?
I quickly but delicately set down the holy book and turn the scanner as loud as it will go.
Sweat drips from my forehead and my teeth clatter as I await the upcoming announcement.
Finally, a chance to kick some butt and retread the battlefields of carnage I've so missed.
"C,code c,crimson. Threat level. 11 of 10." The worried voice on the other end anxiously warns, clearly on the verge of giving themselves a heart attack simply stuttering through the first syllable.
"Yes, come on. COME ON! Tell me." I whoop with joy, as I begin to convulse with excitement.
"A recent intelligence report provided by agent James Bond, has revealed to us the location of SEELE's most recently established HQ located in Central London, England. EC8R 2AH.
Rumors are that they are attempting to reawaken an ancient interstellar power from long ago, contained within the sickly body of a young Tokyo school girl that has been captured by them and is now within their custody. Miss Hotaru Tomoe hailing from the Juban region was said to have gone missing following a typical school day one Thursday approximately two years ago."
The voice on the other side then begun to choke with painful sobs that nearly drove me to tears myself as they broke into a brief tangent on how "Hotaru" performed her school work well and had a humble, polite demeanor that kept far from trouble of any kind.
An investigation had showed that despite all these reasons to be a premiere socialite who'd not irked the ire of a single one of her fellow students, the jaw droppingly beautiful raven bob hair was frequently the victim of severe abuse, both physical and mental from just about her entire school.
I was gritting my teeth and clenching my fists as my head went fiery red long before the report was over. I wasn't listening to the blabber about how SEELE's base was reinforced with the greatest Ion particle rays that money could buy, nor that not just a few but all members of mankind's most feared corps were gathered there. Nor the mind controlling device aptly coded "the GEASS".
Were did NERV and SEELE come up with so many unnecessary and stupid acronyms?
That child was about to suffer what our prophet Shinji had, and I was having none of it.
I burst into her room, slamming her door against the wall with a mighty thud as Misato was preparing her next sermon with devout focus, causing her to drop her pen in her fright.
I did not intend to frighten her so, but my sheer rage at SEELE and how low they had sunk to use such a delicate underage minor had all but taken from me all reason.
I succinctly summarized no more of the situation than I knew she needed to hear.
It was my turn to be surprised with the rapidity of how an inner fire seemed to blaze within her even as I began my petition for her to accompany me.
She was swiftly scribbling a final note for her flock not to worry about her nor me as we headed into the darkest abyss closer to hell than any act of past evil committed by the most deranged of villains.
Without a word in reply, she stuck the hastily but surprisingly neat note onto her bedroom door.
It would be discovered before tomorrow morning with how often her followers came to ask for her sage advice that they trusted her with absolute certainty in.
Then still without a word back to me, she switched the tape recorder that she inexplicably also kept beside her pen and paper.
I was not in the least fazed when the passionate piano notes of Giorno's theme almost blew apart my eardrums.
She upheld her cross necklace and, in a flash, Aegis Seraphim appeared before us in all the finery of our first encounter with the supernatural servant of good.
"Take us to the viper's nest, where the workers of evil are seeking to bring about the downfall of the innocent and pious." She crisply ordered as she held out her hand looking me dead in the eye.
Mustering all my willpower, I managed to meet her piercing gaze with mine as I tightly clutched her bony fingers and skinny palm on the verge of malnutrition.
As our hands locked and she nodded once more at the hesitating Stand that God had seen fit to reward her sincere redemption with, a glowing orb begun to grow before us.
I briefly thought about asking whether we could go back for our guns, but dismissed the idea as quickly as it came. A true missionary led by example and the example we wished to set was a peaceful world without violence. The best gun in the world would most likely make no difference against the best equipped tech warrior titans whose power dwarfed even NERV at its peak anyways.
Body already wracking with cold sweat, we stepped into the circle of light together.
One blink later and we were standing atop a snowy hill from where the tower of London was visible far into the distance.
Icy snow blew into my eyes and a freezing breeze caused me to convulse in agony.
Hell, really was freezing over.
Our greatest test of faith and ultimate rite of penance lay before us.
"In the name of Shinji" I heard Misato feverishly intone, briefly clasping our hands.
Misato's Stand was able to keep up with a weak stagger, compared to its once effortless glide.
The teleportation spell had taken a lot from it and the cold was beginning to seriously pain it. That or the presence of so much evil and malice and sadism in one place was too much for its pure form to bear. Whatever the reason, it had my sincerest condolences.
A dark and tragic premonition of the lovely biblical Angel coughing blood as it painfully closed its eyes for the last time flashed over me, and I had to yell at the top of my lungs and clock my noggin with great force to overcome the weakness.
The one thing that kept the three of us trudging wearily onward, was Giorno's theme.
"Jojo. Golden Wind."
"Love is the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth. Love is an act of will, both an intention and an action. Love is as love does." - Scott Peck.
"There are only two types of people in this world. The righteous who think they are evil. And the evil who think they are righteous." - Anon.
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