[ there's the real Fugo. No more of the careful posturing or protective walls. As raw as he is, as tangible as the conflict inside him feels, that Fugo opens up to him still brings Bruno a small amount of relief. The new divide yawning between them isn't too wide to be crossed. ]
No. You chose to live.
[ the fact of the matter is that both of them have killed to survive countless times. They both know. Why did Bruno draw the line at Trish? It was arbitrary, at some level; the Boss had killed innocents before, without a doubt, and Trish would simply have been the next to fall. There was no personal stake. None of them knew her. It was purely ideals that stayed his hand - personal ideals, lofty ones, grand illusions of a future that he'd shared with only Giorno. Why should Fugo have believed the same?
He does now. It's clear in his torn expression and strained words; he's said as much, that he was wrong, betraying the morals that bound Bucciarati like steel. But he didn't then, in Bruno's mind. Fugo wasn't willingly choosing the wrong path, voluntarily rejecting some 'teachings,' as he says; he had no desire to see Trish put down. Fugo was simply choosing survival, and for Bruno to disparage him for that would make him a hypocrite. Choosing survival was what put them all in this strange little group of misfits in the first place. ]
You lacked conviction. And you lacked confidence - in yourself, and in me. That was my failing. [ he should have helped Fugo more; perhaps he leaned on him too much, took more from him than he gave. Regardless, he continues, his voice quiet but strong, even against the backdrop of his exhaustion: ] But you lived. You survived to have regrets, and you went back to Passione to start making changes. You've grown.
[ he curls his fingers around the handle of his mug. ]
I won't pretend that I never had doubts, but it's clear to me that my faith in you wasn't misplaced. If I still had any, you've dispelled them tonight.
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No. You chose to live.
[ the fact of the matter is that both of them have killed to survive countless times. They both know. Why did Bruno draw the line at Trish? It was arbitrary, at some level; the Boss had killed innocents before, without a doubt, and Trish would simply have been the next to fall. There was no personal stake. None of them knew her. It was purely ideals that stayed his hand - personal ideals, lofty ones, grand illusions of a future that he'd shared with only Giorno. Why should Fugo have believed the same?
He does now. It's clear in his torn expression and strained words; he's said as much, that he was wrong, betraying the morals that bound Bucciarati like steel. But he didn't then, in Bruno's mind. Fugo wasn't willingly choosing the wrong path, voluntarily rejecting some 'teachings,' as he says; he had no desire to see Trish put down. Fugo was simply choosing survival, and for Bruno to disparage him for that would make him a hypocrite. Choosing survival was what put them all in this strange little group of misfits in the first place. ]
You lacked conviction. And you lacked confidence - in yourself, and in me. That was my failing. [ he should have helped Fugo more; perhaps he leaned on him too much, took more from him than he gave. Regardless, he continues, his voice quiet but strong, even against the backdrop of his exhaustion: ] But you lived. You survived to have regrets, and you went back to Passione to start making changes. You've grown.
[ he curls his fingers around the handle of his mug. ]
I won't pretend that I never had doubts, but it's clear to me that my faith in you wasn't misplaced. If I still had any, you've dispelled them tonight.