[There isn't a reply. Not for a long while, anyway, because it's just too much all at once.
Dio can't have children. That's Polnareff's first thought, so loud and harsh it drowns out anything else. Dio can't have children. It's impossible. Wasn't he just today thinking about those piles of bodies Dio had left around his mansion; girls lured in and fucked and then sucked dry, bled out and left to rot. So-- what, he let one go? Just decided that she wasn't worth eating, and that was that? No, he thinks, his lip curling, but of course it's possible. Dio might have wanted a legacy, and he can well imagine that.
The real reason he thinks no is simply: it's too normal. Dio-- vampire, murderer, manipulator, rapist of mind and quite probably body, Dio, who is responsible for half his friends dying, who has killed thousands-- cannot have something so ordinary as a child. He cannot be a father, he cannot be anything close to human.
And even if he is-- god, even if he is, how can what he produced be Giorno? Giorno, who cried because he was given a teddy bear, who jumps into Polnareff's arms and does his hair every morning and pouts when he's told pudding isn't the best? Giorno is about as threatening as a cat-- and how can he be the one Dio spawned? It's as if Jotaro had mentioned Dio was his father; it simply does not add up.
And yet, and yet-- Japanese and English. So-- what, Giorno's mother was Japanese, and moved to Italy, and had Giorno there, and then about five years later they all came and killed Dio and that was that. Had Giorno known? Had he and his mother mourned? Did they know what Dio was, or had he pretended to them, charmed them, just as he did Kakyoin and Polnareff?
Because now Polnareff thinks, too, of Giorno escorting Dio around the city. Two blond heads, bobbing into view, one carefully watching the other, keeping him safe, mitigating his fear as tactfully as he can. Does he care about Dio? Does he look at him and think my father, or does he know?
He must know. He must, Jotaro wouldn't have kept that from him. But this is all too much, and he can't-- there are some things you can't do over text.] where are you
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Dio can't have children. That's Polnareff's first thought, so loud and harsh it drowns out anything else. Dio can't have children. It's impossible. Wasn't he just today thinking about those piles of bodies Dio had left around his mansion; girls lured in and fucked and then sucked dry, bled out and left to rot. So-- what, he let one go? Just decided that she wasn't worth eating, and that was that? No, he thinks, his lip curling, but of course it's possible. Dio might have wanted a legacy, and he can well imagine that.
The real reason he thinks no is simply: it's too normal. Dio-- vampire, murderer, manipulator, rapist of mind and quite probably body, Dio, who is responsible for half his friends dying, who has killed thousands-- cannot have something so ordinary as a child. He cannot be a father, he cannot be anything close to human.
And even if he is-- god, even if he is, how can what he produced be Giorno? Giorno, who cried because he was given a teddy bear, who jumps into Polnareff's arms and does his hair every morning and pouts when he's told pudding isn't the best? Giorno is about as threatening as a cat-- and how can he be the one Dio spawned? It's as if Jotaro had mentioned Dio was his father; it simply does not add up.
And yet, and yet-- Japanese and English. So-- what, Giorno's mother was Japanese, and moved to Italy, and had Giorno there, and then about five years later they all came and killed Dio and that was that. Had Giorno known? Had he and his mother mourned? Did they know what Dio was, or had he pretended to them, charmed them, just as he did Kakyoin and Polnareff?
Because now Polnareff thinks, too, of Giorno escorting Dio around the city. Two blond heads, bobbing into view, one carefully watching the other, keeping him safe, mitigating his fear as tactfully as he can. Does he care about Dio? Does he look at him and think my father, or does he know?
He must know. He must, Jotaro wouldn't have kept that from him. But this is all too much, and he can't-- there are some things you can't do over text.]
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