[Well. That was certainly a good reason for Polnareff to keep quiet about the whole thing. If he held even a fraction of the self-directed disgust that was so clear in Kakyoin's voice, it was frankly a wonder he chose to speak to Giorno at all. He was grateful, suddenly, that he hadn't pushed.]

[He tugged at the hem of his jacket to straighten it and nodded, though what exactly he was acknowledging he couldn't really say. Mind control. It would be a lie to say he didn't understand the appeal, but - it was weak. Mind control was for those too insecure in their own power to gather loyal followers on their own merit. Even Diavolo never stooped, although he probably would have if he'd had the means.]

[For the first time, there was nothing in Giorno's eyes, no grief, no sorrow, no sympathy - nothing but pure, cold anger.]

I see.

[Weak. What a stupid, weak man.]

That makes sense, then. I wouldn't talk about it either. Not unless there was revenge to be gotten, and all of that was long over by the time we met.