[It does resonate and it doesn't. There are things Giorno asked for - plenty of things - things he pushed himself toward, things he wanted. His single-minded war on Passione was his own choice, or at least that's how he chooses to frame it, divorcing himself from the influence of family monstrous or absent or abusive, ignoring the implications of fate. He was the arbiter of his own destiny; he claims agency for himself.]

[But he never asked to have something like Dio as his father. He didn't ask for the weight that bore, or the duty to overcome it. In another world, if things had worked out differently, he might have been able to be a child.]

[In another world, where his father had never existed . . . how many people would have been able to stay children as long as they should have?]

[He exhales, slow and steady, and regains at least a little bit of his composure. There's no laughter now, no smiling. Just Giorno, who is a boy with power but still a boy all the same, who has to look quite a ways up to meet Jotaro's eyes.]

I only ever had a picture. I have no reason - less than no reason to fight for him. And I've fought my battles, too, against men that . . . I believe are worlds different from you.

It can be over.

[He's enough like Dio as it is. Ruthless, vicious, obsessive, cruel. But he won't engage in unnecessary violence, and he won't start a new war. Not now. Not like this.]