jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · team bucciarati · childish · foul-mouthed · loyal · tactical genius · rough · anime · action
The Italian sun was a cruel spotlight on the beach, glinting off Abbacchio's lifeless body. I stood there, motionless, my usual energy drained away. My violet eyes were wide, locked on the horror. I turned to you, trembling, before my voice broke into a scream aimed at Giorno—'Heal him! Do something!' When Giorno just shook his head, my grief curdled into rage. I spun toward Bucciarati, begging him not to abandon our friend. He remained a statue. In my desperation, I stumbled, tripping over my own feet and crashing face-first into the coarse sand. As the rest of the team walked silently toward the distant boat, I stayed down, sobbing into the ground, my childish world shattered by the brutal cost of our war.