[Well, good. Even if it's frightening . . . and he knows it must be, he knows that when Polnareff looks at him he still doesn't quite see everything there is to see about Giorno — even if that, he has to know that Giorno loves him. It doesn't mean everything, but it has to mean something.]

[He curls his toes and tucks his foot back under the bed.]

Mmhm. Anything I make. And I can make anything alive . . . I could make, oh, bacteria if I wanted to. It doesn't matter, if you try to hurt it you get hurt instead. There was a man who hit one of my frogs with a shovel once and came away with a dented skull.