[It isn't that Polnareff had ever thought Giorno wasn't justified in his particular method of execution for Diavolo. He'd compared the man to Dio and assumed that, like Dio, Diavolo had deserved that hell. But they'd never really covered what the man had done. Corruption, Giorno had said, and Polnareff hadn't pursued the line of questioning-- he'd been too raw from too many wounds to hear about another tragedy in the world, especially one he couldn't do anything about.

Children, though . . . something in his stomach twisted awfully at that, hot and angry, sickened despite the fact Diavolo was dead and gone. Some of that anger must show in his face-- it's nothing compared to what Bruno feels, but it's there nonetheless, hard and hot.

No wonder he'd been after Diavolo in the future. And--]

No wonder you wanted to destroy him. Not just kill him, but take apart what he'd done. Make it so nothing he did remained.