[There are many reasons why people underestimate Giorno Giovanna.]
[Many of the reasons are deliberately crafted. He chooses to look, speak, move a certain way; these happen to be the ways that come most naturally to him, for the most part, and he knows how to utilize his skills to best effect. But the fact is that things would likely be much easier for him, at least in the world he's chosen to inhabit, if he were more like his father: physically imposing, strong, visibly dangerous.]
[He's not. He chooses not to fight that particular reality by clumsily mimicking machismo, a concept which he finds ridiculous; rather, he embodies grace and delicacy because he is graceful and he is delicate, but so is a spider's web, and they are designed to bend and flex and stretch but never break.]
[He's young. He's a boy. He knows this - now better than ever, after what happened in the mirrors, after what he's just learned about himself and his tendency to take on too much. He isn't always good at balance, and sometimes his judgment isn't the best. But if there's one thing, one thing that separates him from Dio Brando--]
[It's the way he chooses to react to the world.]
[The hair-trigger attack doesn't come. Instead, when time resumes, he reaches out for Gold Experience, who is there immediately to support him in the half-second of disorientation before he is able to stand on his own. And as he does--]
[(The other thing people forget about Giorno Giovanna: he is strong, but he is not only strong. He has the power of life at his fingertips, but he has the mind of a tactician, a general, an emperor. His goal is the preservation of civilization, not its destruction. Life and rebirth, not death, not suffering, not pain. Peace.)]
[--what comes is calm, defensive, well-planned (because what is his Requiem if not the ultimate defense? what is his calling if not a defense against man's worst nature? what would he spend his free time on if not coming up with solutions to worst-case scenarios?), a wall of braided vines sprouting in a circle around him, reaching for the sky. If Izabel were here, she would start at how similar they are to the vines that threatened them in Wonderland.]
[But she's not. It's just them.]
Naranc--
[Gold Experience Requiem looks at him, and he remembers: Narancia isn't here. Aerosmith isn't here. He's fighting alone, so he has to win alone. And that means . . .]
[The wall of vines moves forward, all in a rush, to swallow Jotaro up.]
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[Many of the reasons are deliberately crafted. He chooses to look, speak, move a certain way; these happen to be the ways that come most naturally to him, for the most part, and he knows how to utilize his skills to best effect. But the fact is that things would likely be much easier for him, at least in the world he's chosen to inhabit, if he were more like his father: physically imposing, strong, visibly dangerous.]
[He's not. He chooses not to fight that particular reality by clumsily mimicking machismo, a concept which he finds ridiculous; rather, he embodies grace and delicacy because he is graceful and he is delicate, but so is a spider's web, and they are designed to bend and flex and stretch but never break.]
[He's young. He's a boy. He knows this - now better than ever, after what happened in the mirrors, after what he's just learned about himself and his tendency to take on too much. He isn't always good at balance, and sometimes his judgment isn't the best. But if there's one thing, one thing that separates him from Dio Brando--]
[It's the way he chooses to react to the world.]
[The hair-trigger attack doesn't come. Instead, when time resumes, he reaches out for Gold Experience, who is there immediately to support him in the half-second of disorientation before he is able to stand on his own. And as he does--]
[(The other thing people forget about Giorno Giovanna: he is strong, but he is not only strong. He has the power of life at his fingertips, but he has the mind of a tactician, a general, an emperor. His goal is the preservation of civilization, not its destruction. Life and rebirth, not death, not suffering, not pain. Peace.)]
[--what comes is calm, defensive, well-planned (because what is his Requiem if not the ultimate defense? what is his calling if not a defense against man's worst nature? what would he spend his free time on if not coming up with solutions to worst-case scenarios?), a wall of braided vines sprouting in a circle around him, reaching for the sky. If Izabel were here, she would start at how similar they are to the vines that threatened them in Wonderland.]
[But she's not. It's just them.]
Naranc--
[Gold Experience Requiem looks at him, and he remembers: Narancia isn't here. Aerosmith isn't here. He's fighting alone, so he has to win alone. And that means . . .]
[The wall of vines moves forward, all in a rush, to swallow Jotaro up.]