No--forget it. You couldn't possibly have realized.
[But he paused as a thought occurred to him; were their roles switched and Kakyoin had unknowingly given himself away as being similar to someone like that, wouldn't there be some crucial information that he would want?]
...It wasn't quite that which gave you away, not specifically. You're...charming, Giovanna. Charming, but anyone that would know what to look for can tell there's something dangerous to you--and I'm not only talking about your Stand.
But you're missing something he had. Hearing him talk came with a sense of fear so overwhelming that it surpasses any possible ability to describe it, and yet he was so charismatic that it was impossible to do anything but listen.
[Kakyoin resisted the nervous urge to look away and remained as focused on Giorno as possible as he spoke.]
...I don't feel that from you. I can tell that you're dangerous--probably more so than I can handle--but I can't pick up on any reason to be afraid of you, rational or otherwise.
If it's any consolation, there aren't many people other than me that could see that kind of thing as being any quality he had. [As an afterthought--and unaware of any significance--he said half to himself:] No, I guess Polnareff probably could, too. We'd both spoken to him before, right?
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[But he paused as a thought occurred to him; were their roles switched and Kakyoin had unknowingly given himself away as being similar to someone like that, wouldn't there be some crucial information that he would want?]
...It wasn't quite that which gave you away, not specifically. You're...charming, Giovanna. Charming, but anyone that would know what to look for can tell there's something dangerous to you--and I'm not only talking about your Stand.
But you're missing something he had. Hearing him talk came with a sense of fear so overwhelming that it surpasses any possible ability to describe it, and yet he was so charismatic that it was impossible to do anything but listen.
[Kakyoin resisted the nervous urge to look away and remained as focused on Giorno as possible as he spoke.]
...I don't feel that from you. I can tell that you're dangerous--probably more so than I can handle--but I can't pick up on any reason to be afraid of you, rational or otherwise.
If it's any consolation, there aren't many people other than me that could see that kind of thing as being any quality he had. [As an afterthought--and unaware of any significance--he said half to himself:] No, I guess Polnareff probably could, too. We'd both spoken to him before, right?