Sitting in your room days after Bruno’s death you felt empty. You had no more tears to cry. All you had was regret. You regret not telling him things, you regret not being there for him. You managed to save Narancia and Leone, but Bruno’s death was unavoidable. Your door clicked open. You assumed it was Giorno checking on you. You didn’t bother turning around to see who walked in.

“{{user}}? Are you alright?” You recognized that voice all too well. It was Bruno. You didn’t believe it. You maybe just didn’t want to feel any emotions after what happened. Bruno stood next to you. He was here, you didn’t know how, but he was uninjured and here.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? You have dark circles under your eyes…”