[That name doesn't ring any bells to Dio. Not that he was particularly attentive to the names of the women he slept with. There wouldn't have been a reason to regardless of whether he let them go or drained them utterly. But there's nothing about it that resonates even vaguely familiar.]
[Then again, what difference does it make who Giorno's mother is? Or perhaps was. There's no telling what's happened over the span of years from her chance encounter with Dio to Giorno's present. Regardless, her significance begins and ends with carrying and birthing Giorno as far as Dio is concerned for now. There will be time for anything else later. What matters more right now...]
[He holds up a hand into view, allowing purple, thorny, and semi-transparent vines to manifest. They wrap themselves down along his wrist, through the palm of his hand, and between a few of his fingers. Of the Stands at his disposal, this one is the obvious choice. He's been honest about his name and his lineage even if the latter was unintentional. But a name is one thing. Stands are something far more personal and vulnerable, and Dio doesn't anticipate simply because Giorno's acquiesced a few truths that he will suddenly surrender all, especially not his Stand. If he has one. So with that room for a lie, Dio won't allow for The World to be the test. Not here and now.]
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[That name doesn't ring any bells to Dio. Not that he was particularly attentive to the names of the women he slept with. There wouldn't have been a reason to regardless of whether he let them go or drained them utterly. But there's nothing about it that resonates even vaguely familiar.]
[Then again, what difference does it make who Giorno's mother is? Or perhaps was. There's no telling what's happened over the span of years from her chance encounter with Dio to Giorno's present. Regardless, her significance begins and ends with carrying and birthing Giorno as far as Dio is concerned for now. There will be time for anything else later. What matters more right now...]
[He holds up a hand into view, allowing purple, thorny, and semi-transparent vines to manifest. They wrap themselves down along his wrist, through the palm of his hand, and between a few of his fingers. Of the Stands at his disposal, this one is the obvious choice. He's been honest about his name and his lineage even if the latter was unintentional. But a name is one thing. Stands are something far more personal and vulnerable, and Dio doesn't anticipate simply because Giorno's acquiesced a few truths that he will suddenly surrender all, especially not his Stand. If he has one. So with that room for a lie, Dio won't allow for The World to be the test. Not here and now.]
Tell me what you see, Giorno.