Giorno watches Hisoka in silence, listening, thinking. The truth is, he never really worried much about being too much like Dio before he came to this world - and why would he, he didn't know anything about Dio, didn't know what there was to worry about. His parental figures had been an absentee mother and an abusive stepfather - and he saw nothing of them in himself and nothing of himself in them. But here....
It's a little more complicated here. Seeing how similar he is to his father, in so many ways... it's been...
Strange, like staring into a twisted mirror. And he doesn't know Dio all that well - realistically, Hisoka has probably spent more time with his father than he has, himself (he's not going to think about that one, though). But he knows enough to know they think too much alike.
He twists the stick, watches the marshmallow turn golden and brown.
"I'm not sure I'd call it worrying. But I'm aware of the subjectivity of morality, and that I fall somewhat outside the range of acceptability for the average person. Of course..." He frowns a little. "...that isn't to say that I'm conceding ground. If I believed my perspective to be in the wrong, I would, of course, change it. Clinging to things when you're clearly wrong about them is a waste of time.
"But inasmuch as no single person is infallible of vision, I can't expect to know where the line is drawn in every case." He frowns a little. "If power brings responsibility, then I guess you could say I feel the need to be responsible. Then again... it could be that just worrying about it is difference enough, most of the time, between him and me. But the truth is, it's difficult to judge. I barely know him, after all."
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It's a little more complicated here. Seeing how similar he is to his father, in so many ways... it's been...
Strange, like staring into a twisted mirror. And he doesn't know Dio all that well - realistically, Hisoka has probably spent more time with his father than he has, himself (he's not going to think about that one, though). But he knows enough to know they think too much alike.
He twists the stick, watches the marshmallow turn golden and brown.
"I'm not sure I'd call it worrying. But I'm aware of the subjectivity of morality, and that I fall somewhat outside the range of acceptability for the average person. Of course..." He frowns a little. "...that isn't to say that I'm conceding ground. If I believed my perspective to be in the wrong, I would, of course, change it. Clinging to things when you're clearly wrong about them is a waste of time.
"But inasmuch as no single person is infallible of vision, I can't expect to know where the line is drawn in every case." He frowns a little. "If power brings responsibility, then I guess you could say I feel the need to be responsible. Then again... it could be that just worrying about it is difference enough, most of the time, between him and me. But the truth is, it's difficult to judge. I barely know him, after all."