“Merging? Multiple universes…” It was a very foreign concept to him. He never bothered to think about it, for he didn’t’ think it was something that should or could exist. He supposed he could believe it, since the encounter earlier might be proof enough. And this “Giorno” looks much older than the last one, now that he thinks about it.
“I suppose you’re right. I should be more cautious then.” He supposed he could let it slide. After all, this one smells like kin… and he already ate earlier. No need to feed again.
… Besides the boy was beautiful, much like himself. Just this once…
“Really now? I suppose that I’m the ‘wrong’ one then?”
【 ✮ 】— « I know it is a difficult concept to be believed and assimilated, but after meeting even different interaction of myself, I started thinking there was some truth on such a theory. » A little sigh, and the ladybug flew away from his hand as he crossed arms against his chest, a long, blonde braid swishing to every move the young mafia Don was doing. His gaze remained firm and fixed over the figure in front of him, still serious, still distant, almost unattainable –an angel of utmost perfection among humans.
— « It depends. Most things, due to this little situation, may be wrong and right at the same time. Dio Brando, do you feel anything while watching this place, or other things or people? Do you feel something linking you to these things? Because that may be the sign you may be around things coming from your world.. »