[A similar problem. He exhaled slowly, letting the end of his braid drop from his fingers. So he was right, then.]
Something that my father did to you. Something . . . [Worse, he wanted to say, but didn't.] More complicated than killing you.
[He could imagine. Maybe too well. There were a thousand awful things that even an ordinary person could do to harm someone else. For someone as creative, as clever, as ruthless as Dio (or, for that matter, Giorno himself), the sky was really the limit.]
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Something that my father did to you. Something . . . [Worse, he wanted to say, but didn't.] More complicated than killing you.
[He could imagine. Maybe too well. There were a thousand awful things that even an ordinary person could do to harm someone else. For someone as creative, as clever, as ruthless as Dio (or, for that matter, Giorno himself), the sky was really the limit.]