[It would be a lie to say he hadn't considered it. That to see Giorno-- Dio's legacy, Dio's mouth, Dio's hair, Dio, manifested in another-- would be too much for a while. But sitting here, facing him-- it's easy. It's not Dio, but simply Giorno-- a person unto himself, radiating none of the menace or terror his father had.]

You . . . must be been about five, when we killed him. And then I came along ten years later, your father's killer, and somehow became important to you. What happened? Did you know, when he died-- did you know him at all?

[The questions are steady, not softened at all-- but he makes no move to leave.]