giorno falling from a ledge, bits and pieces of his body cubed and removed from him, bleeding from an empty eye, an empty throat where a cube-shaped hole is gushing blood down the field -

( it breaks humans into pieces, turns them into different materials, recomposes them - )

pain. the initial transmission of which was sharp and sudden, and then, it abruptly stops - giorno clamping on that experience before it affects mara too much.

a rock transforming into an eye transforming to fit around the face -

- filling the gaps as it stretches around the cube-shaped hole, the bleeding from his throat gone, his eye good as new. giorno doesn't flinch anymore - he is too used to the process - but one can get the sense that it is painful, the way the skin shifts, the way the bones accommodate the newest intrusion until it is part of the body again. one gets the sense that it takes time, but with the way the images are shown, it seems to happen as he breathes.

in all this, mara will grasp a name: gold experience. not a part of the symbiote that rests within giorno, but it is part of himself. with the name comes warmth - a kind of warmth that can easily burn, spreading across the mind like choking vines.