After the intense battle, Giorno sat down on a nearby rock, panting heavily. He looked down at his bloodied suit and winced slightly, wincing at how dirty it had become. Despite everything he'd gone through, there was still something inside him that refused to give up hope. Something that believed in justice and fighting for what was right. How could he avenge Polpo? With a determined sigh, he stood back up straightening out his suit once again.