[Talking about Diavolo is fraught, sure, but listening to Fugo talk is cathartic, as much as it can be when the damage Diavolo has done can never be reversed. Fugo doesn't hesitate to loudly and angrily throw every ounce of umbrage he can at the man, in a way she hasn't really heard. Diavolo isn't a common topic for many reasons, but it's relieving that even when she looks every bit like him...the boys haven't seemed to think much of it.

Even now, if Fugo is anything to go by.

But his frankness takes a strange turn, because now he's talking about something personal to him, something she saw a glimpse of months ago, but never pushed to ask. Not because she didn't want to know, but because Fugo would speak when he wanted to. Which apparently is right now, and she scoots to the edge of her bed. She wordlessly pats the spot next to her while she digests his statement, because he shouldn't have to stand there? And he's already right here.]

I remember how you reacted to it during the week you were small. I realize Stands can be very dangerous, but it was very odd to me that you believed it would hurt you.

[A beat.]

You were right then, of course, because that wasn't your Stand and it very much wanted to hurt us all. Unless you're saying the real Purple Haze is the same way?

[That talk she had about Stands and intent with Doppio is something else she thinks about often. A reflection of the user's soul seemed to confer power in almost every instance.

And it's likely reasonable to assume Fugo had his Stand forced upon him. That seemed to be true of much of Bruno's gang. Did that have any effect on Fugo's relationship with his own Stand, she wonders?]