[Too late. Saw you looking. Giorno does not smile, but he does take note. Not for long, though, because soon enough they're dead. Their corpses crash to the forest floor, neatly avoiding the branches, and his vines move on to the final hunter, wrapping around his neck without an instant's pause.]
I can't imagine why you'd say that.
[Yeah, he sure did just say that with a straight face.]
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I can't imagine why you'd say that.
[Yeah, he sure did just say that with a straight face.]