[He is dutiful. He stands. He watches. He doesn't take his eyes off of that spot. Even though he's beginning to get the sense of what's going to happen now - where else could this go? he knows enough that he understands the general shape of this fear - he does what he's asked.]
[Time stops. And time resumes.]
[There is the knife, hanging in midair. And there is the knife, slamming into the tree trunk. But Giorno does not take his eyes off of where it was.]
[He isn't shaking, but it's a close thing. He also isn't blinking.]
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[Time stops. And time resumes.]
[There is the knife, hanging in midair. And there is the knife, slamming into the tree trunk. But Giorno does not take his eyes off of where it was.]
[He isn't shaking, but it's a close thing. He also isn't blinking.]