[ giorno looks at him, at his words. something in him softens, loses that artificiality that he had on his face. he does not understand revenge, but he understands loss and the frustration of being isolated. he moves closer to sirius, careful, not making any sudden movements. softly, he asks him, ]
Who is he? What has he done?
[ and perhaps, the question, now that sirius is here: ] Who is left to deal with him?
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Who is he? What has he done?
[ and perhaps, the question, now that sirius is here: ] Who is left to deal with him?