[ the scorpion scuttles across the counter. giorno looks at it and for a brief moment, intends to tell him another moral, but the truth is that he's also tired and the past few days - hours, really - have been overwhelming, to say the least. the scorpion makes a back an forth trek from the counter, to his left hand, to his right hand again before it turns back into a dart, and giorno is now playing with its point. ]

His Stand is strong, fast, and precise. On top of that, he can stop time.

He said that it is dubious he had any sort of humanity to begin with. [ "he challenges me when it comes to protecting my own," giorno wanted to say, but that feels like a confession - a child's confession - and so he swallows the words back down like bile. ]

I told him my name and he doesn't recognize me at all - understandable. I am not seeking him out to reclaim whatever feelings I had about family at all. There is a reason why I said, in the first place, that I never asked for an ordinary life to begin with.

We drank wine.

I am his student now. [ there you go. ] No later than midnight - and he is strictly nocturnal.

Unless you can promise me that there will no longer be any fights, at all, where you and him are involved - which you can't, and you already established you don't like lying to begin with - dropping by ungodly hours is exactly what our relationship is going to be.