[His father . . . is laughing, because he's pleased. He's pleased. Giorno did something, and it's pleased him.]
[It hits him in the gut, a wave of warmth, a feeling of unbreakable rightness. It doesn't change what Dio did, was, stands for, and it doesn't change Giorno. It doesn't change either of them.]
[What it is . . . is the plucking of the common thread between them, the vibrations of their connection in the universe making themselves known to both of them. Not we are one and the same, but that is where I came from; that is what I made.]
[He ought to feel more regret than he does. There is some, to be sure, but for the most part, what he feels is the sensation of being fed after a lifetime of starvation. Some part of him hurts with the richness of what's been offered.]
no subject
[No.]
[Dio is laughing because of him.]
[No.]
[His father . . . is laughing, because he's pleased. He's pleased. Giorno did something, and it's pleased him.]
[It hits him in the gut, a wave of warmth, a feeling of unbreakable rightness. It doesn't change what Dio did, was, stands for, and it doesn't change Giorno. It doesn't change either of them.]
[What it is . . . is the plucking of the common thread between them, the vibrations of their connection in the universe making themselves known to both of them. Not we are one and the same, but that is where I came from; that is what I made.]
[He ought to feel more regret than he does. There is some, to be sure, but for the most part, what he feels is the sensation of being fed after a lifetime of starvation. Some part of him hurts with the richness of what's been offered.]
[What's your name?]
Giovanna. Giorno Giovanna.