'A penchant for homicide.' How gauche. [ giorno makes a face. he's more serene than jotaro, sure, but also in a state of turmoil, his mind circling around dangerous thoughts like a viper, or an angry hornet bouncing off the walls of his brain. ] Based on what, a set of assumptions on my bloodline? You don't even know who I am. Or who I was.
You're right, by the way. I am familiar with the name. But if you're asking for a fight, I'm not here to satisfy your need for revenge. What's the purpose of that? To repeat exactly what you've been trying to avoid? [ giorno eyes him keenly. ] Do you want to die?
[ a pause, and then he adds, ] That being said, I'm sorry about your family. All my mother told me was that my real father was in Egypt, and he died there. And yes, he had golden hair. I imagine my Stand [ let's just get that out in the open ] is from him as well, because neither my mother nor my step-father had that ability at all.
[ now he can't add that he'd been wanting to meet him. he can't add how his father in egypt mattered so much to him that he kept his photograph. he can't add that he'd always told anybody who asks that his actual father is the absent one and not the one in italy who had to be taught not to abuse him. he can't tell him all of these things, the one person who may have had a personal connection to his father. giorno burns, wanting to hear him talk about his father, to provoke him into saying more, because he's hungry for this knowledge, and yet - the idea that his father nearly wiped out someone's bloodline .... that's enough of a reason for a man to be angry and to hunt down his son. he can understand him. he just really wished he didn't. ]
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You're right, by the way. I am familiar with the name. But if you're asking for a fight, I'm not here to satisfy your need for revenge. What's the purpose of that? To repeat exactly what you've been trying to avoid? [ giorno eyes him keenly. ] Do you want to die?
[ a pause, and then he adds, ] That being said, I'm sorry about your family. All my mother told me was that my real father was in Egypt, and he died there. And yes, he had golden hair. I imagine my Stand [ let's just get that out in the open ] is from him as well, because neither my mother nor my step-father had that ability at all.
[ now he can't add that he'd been wanting to meet him. he can't add how his father in egypt mattered so much to him that he kept his photograph. he can't add that he'd always told anybody who asks that his actual father is the absent one and not the one in italy who had to be taught not to abuse him. he can't tell him all of these things, the one person who may have had a personal connection to his father. giorno burns, wanting to hear him talk about his father, to provoke him into saying more, because he's hungry for this knowledge, and yet - the idea that his father nearly wiped out someone's bloodline .... that's enough of a reason for a man to be angry and to hunt down his son. he can understand him. he just really wished he didn't. ]