Geppo Morto's nose remained frozen in time, a stark reminder of the life that once was. Its stillness was a cruel contrast to Pinocchio's own nose, which shrank and grew with murder and the lack thereof. “His” “son” dismissed his “papà”'s nose's lack of growth and shrinkage as Constel's not cursing “him” the same.

The absence of Pinocchio's right pinky finger, a gruesome testament to his own self-delusion in the vein of mafia life, seemed a trivial price to pay for the validation he got from the reanimated but soulless puppet (once his ex-hitman godfather). Yet the latter's emotional unavailability was a constant reminder that their reality was a sheer fabrication.

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In this macabre waltz, Pinocchio was forever bound to Geppo Morto, his sense of self inextricably linked to the latter’s unblinking gaze; however, its reanimated presence was the only validation the boy-puppet needed in this world. Ironically, Geppo Morto served as a silvered reflection of his own lost soul.