[ you sound like him, giorno thinks. or was it the other way around? talking about fate, as if it were heaven. forces of reality as if that were life itself. it's a familiar spiel, and he wonders why. ]
For how long, I wonder. And to what degree.
How often do you need to feed, anyway? Are you at the mercy of your appetite? Do you need a particular type of human or would any do?
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For how long, I wonder. And to what degree.
How often do you need to feed, anyway? Are you at the mercy of your appetite? Do you need a particular type of human or would any do?