[To be fair, the Pistols are an anomaly among Stands. Mista doesn't know why, and he's long since lost the urge to find answers. They're just . . . his, that's all. His Pistols, with their distinct personalities and strong opinions and the need to eat, for some reason. His Pistols, who are very good at what they do and like to be told they're doing a good job.]
[Even other Stand users would be confused, even uncomfortable about the Pistols. Shinjiro's reaction isn't so different from Giorno's, and it's a hell of a lot kinder than Sheila's was initially. Still, he can tell something's not right by the look on Shinjiro's face, by the strange edge in his tone.]
. . . Nah. Most people with Stands have pretty good control over them, but I don't. Never have.
Why? You, too? [It's just a guess, but an educated one. He's got a creeping sense of deja vu, remembering the smell of ozone.]
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[Even other Stand users would be confused, even uncomfortable about the Pistols. Shinjiro's reaction isn't so different from Giorno's, and it's a hell of a lot kinder than Sheila's was initially. Still, he can tell something's not right by the look on Shinjiro's face, by the strange edge in his tone.]
. . . Nah. Most people with Stands have pretty good control over them, but I don't. Never have.
Why? You, too? [It's just a guess, but an educated one. He's got a creeping sense of deja vu, remembering the smell of ozone.]