[Everyone had things about their Stands they kept to themselves. It wasn't a sign of a lack of trust; Stands were simply too personal. There were things Chariot could do that Polnareff had never told anyone, and yet here Kakyoin was, about to tell him something about his Hierophant. Polnareff drew his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on the top of his knees.]
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Tell me, Noriaki.
[He used his first name deliberately.]