[ “stop him.” And only their family could, or someone from their family. Suddenly they’re not in the same side anymore. Giorno thinks about a number of implications in the way that he had said that he was strong enough to beat him - this time around? Only he? And before that, what .... unchecked power? He wants to demand answers from a photograph that can’t defend himself, if it would choose to. His mother gave it to him: his father in the shadows, brooking no discontent and projecting no memory. Refusing any sort of polite inquiry, even now. Does he love him? Can he, still? Giorno can’t really say. And if he ended up hating him, it wouldn’t be the first time someone of his own blood disappointed him in the end with some form of cruelty. He should know better, but he hoped something would be different. He was so proud of his golden hair.
He doesn’t doubt Jotaro when he’d told him that he got his revenge. But - ]
.... what aren’t you telling me?
[ why all this precaution against his father? Why the necessity to vanquish him like he was some sort of demon? Where did his blood come from?
Jotaro said he was a cousin. He held no such illusion with his father. But he’d be an uncle to Jotaro, wouldn’t he? Of some kind. ]
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He doesn’t doubt Jotaro when he’d told him that he got his revenge. But - ]
.... what aren’t you telling me?
[ why all this precaution against his father? Why the necessity to vanquish him like he was some sort of demon? Where did his blood come from?
Jotaro said he was a cousin. He held no such illusion with his father. But he’d be an uncle to Jotaro, wouldn’t he? Of some kind. ]