[There it was: what he'd expected and something more, too, something worse. That was the strange thing. Physical distance and personal choices had made it so that he had never met anyone directly affected by Dio, except for his mother. He had never actually done this before, never spoken to any kind of victim of Dio's, much less someone he'd killed.]
[It became clear, then, that Noriaki Kakyoin was one of those who brought an end to his father, and, because Giorno was only human, he felt a brief and easily-squashed pang of regret. Here was someone who had met Dio, even momentarily, known him, even if only through cruelty, a connection to a past that Giorno never quite knew what to do with.]
[There was a certain fascination in this, but - it bore repeating - Giorno was not stupid. Kakyoin did not deserve morbid curiosity. Furthermore, he had finally done as Giorno asked, and so he deserved a measure of respect.]
[With careful, smooth movements, Giorno stepped back a few paces, not to retreat but to give Kakyoin space, and nodded as Gold Experience draped its arm around his shoulders again, almost protectively.]
Yes. My father was Dio Brando, the man who murdered you.
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[It became clear, then, that Noriaki Kakyoin was one of those who brought an end to his father, and, because Giorno was only human, he felt a brief and easily-squashed pang of regret. Here was someone who had met Dio, even momentarily, known him, even if only through cruelty, a connection to a past that Giorno never quite knew what to do with.]
[There was a certain fascination in this, but - it bore repeating - Giorno was not stupid. Kakyoin did not deserve morbid curiosity. Furthermore, he had finally done as Giorno asked, and so he deserved a measure of respect.]
[With careful, smooth movements, Giorno stepped back a few paces, not to retreat but to give Kakyoin space, and nodded as Gold Experience draped its arm around his shoulders again, almost protectively.]
Yes. My father was Dio Brando, the man who murdered you.