Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-32932951-20190517123602

Johnny does hear this, turning around to face the source of the sound.

Nearly falls off of his horse again when he saw the Italian's face. Johnny bit his lip as he raised his finger, pointing at the man.

"G...Gyro...! You lived, after the president killed you, you came back! You finally came back!" Johnny bit his lip again, his bleeding lip was now accompanied with a fresh flow of salty tears.

"...Please Gyro, don't make me shoot you...Y-Y-You can't be the real Gyro, you would have to be an alternate version of him sent here by Valentine...Please don't make me shoot you Gyro..."

He raised down his finger...He couldn't do it...

"Please! Sing those stupid songs and tell those awful jokes like you used to, I'm begging you! I don't want to hurt you Gyro, you raised me up through so many hardships we experienced together along the race! I don't want to remembr you like father! You know what he told me? You know what he said to me? He told me that God took the wrong son...I thought he was right for a long time, until I met you at the start of the race. You taught me how to 'walk' Gyro, you changed me for the better! I can't hurt you! There's no way im shooting you!"