[That isn't even the part that bothers him, although it does seem unnecessarily euphemistic. He wants to ask if Steve understands what "games" means in this context — but he doesn't. Unless Atem actually showed him the plans, Steve would never in a million years imagine anything like this. He's not capable. And that's a good thing.]
[Slowly, Giorno shakes his head.]
Don't bring him here. Not unless it's an emergency.
[And it had better be a hell of an emergency, too. He crosses the room, lifts shaking fingers to hover above the bone saw. By the tiny, complex bones of his wrist, he sees a scalpel. His eyes fix on its pristinely-sanitized blade.]
[Fingers folding into a fist, he takes a step back. If he weren't already so off-kilter in this new shape, maybe he'd be able to say it more kindly. As it is, he just can't manage.]
Use your imagination. What these things would remind him of. He wakes up screaming enough as it is.
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[That isn't even the part that bothers him, although it does seem unnecessarily euphemistic. He wants to ask if Steve understands what "games" means in this context — but he doesn't. Unless Atem actually showed him the plans, Steve would never in a million years imagine anything like this. He's not capable. And that's a good thing.]
[Slowly, Giorno shakes his head.]
Don't bring him here. Not unless it's an emergency.
[And it had better be a hell of an emergency, too. He crosses the room, lifts shaking fingers to hover above the bone saw. By the tiny, complex bones of his wrist, he sees a scalpel. His eyes fix on its pristinely-sanitized blade.]
[Fingers folding into a fist, he takes a step back. If he weren't already so off-kilter in this new shape, maybe he'd be able to say it more kindly. As it is, he just can't manage.]
Use your imagination. What these things would remind him of. He wakes up screaming enough as it is.