[For a moment, all he did was watch Kakyoin - the way he moved and the way he didn't, the way Hierophant moved in response to him, the clear way he was holding himself back. He always seemed to be holding himself back in some way, didn't he; a very controlled person, Giorno thought, because someone lesser would be angry, and Kakyoin was . . . something else.]
[He nodded, then, his fingers coming up to graze over Gold Experience's.]
Yes. I do understand.
I was only a few years old when he died; I was a talented child, but not that talented. And I have no intention of killing anyone who doesn't come after me first.
[Perhaps this was telling, the way he went from zero to sixty in a phrase like that. He was not Dio, but he was don, and even before that, there was a certain ruthlessness in him, an affinity less toward cruelty than toward the swift and irreversible follow-through of justice.]
[One hand came up to touch his lips as he wondered, vaguely, what gave it away. What part of him was so irrepressibly his father's that Kakyoin had seen it? Something he said, some gesture, some expression? Would he be able to stamp it out, with practice? Would he want to?]
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[He nodded, then, his fingers coming up to graze over Gold Experience's.]
Yes. I do understand.
I was only a few years old when he died; I was a talented child, but not that talented. And I have no intention of killing anyone who doesn't come after me first.
[Perhaps this was telling, the way he went from zero to sixty in a phrase like that. He was not Dio, but he was don, and even before that, there was a certain ruthlessness in him, an affinity less toward cruelty than toward the swift and irreversible follow-through of justice.]
[One hand came up to touch his lips as he wondered, vaguely, what gave it away. What part of him was so irrepressibly his father's that Kakyoin had seen it? Something he said, some gesture, some expression? Would he be able to stamp it out, with practice? Would he want to?]