[Well. That was definitely a question, wasn't it. There were endless things he had no desire to tell anyone, a list of secrets that were either his alone or his and Passione's, and the latter weren't in any way his to tell. He might, at this point, lie, make up a cover story and report it as seamlessly as the truth. But he had no desire to make an enemy of the first person he'd really spoken to in the city.]
[More than that, he would not deny his own victory. Too many people died for him to sweep it under the rug.]
Don Giorno Giovanna, Mr. Kakyoin. That's who I am.
[This was what mattered: he held power. At home, it was concrete, respected. Here, he would have to fight for it again. But it was his power, all the same, and he would not let it go.]
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[More than that, he would not deny his own victory. Too many people died for him to sweep it under the rug.]
Don Giorno Giovanna, Mr. Kakyoin. That's who I am.
[This was what mattered: he held power. At home, it was concrete, respected. Here, he would have to fight for it again. But it was his power, all the same, and he would not let it go.]