[Abbacchio's words float down, from elsewhere. They hang in front of him, painfully close but still just out of reach. Abbacchio is just a single step away from him: you are important. Not just to him-- as if somehow, what Abbacchio values is less and means less than what maters to the others-- but to Bucciarati, Trish. Giorno, too, even though Abbacchio is still the last holdout in their group when it comes to truly trusting him.
There was a time, once, when those words would have been-- ... he doesn't even know. A relief, maybe. At least that. The point is that he should be happy.]
[But right now, they don't seem real. He can't reach them. He doesn't know what to do with them. He just feels empty. And very, very tired.]
... I don't-- [Halting, awkward, uncomfortable. He doesn't see. He doesn't understand.] I don't know what you want me to say.
[Staying in the house was not an option. Someone had to protect the orphanage. With Bucciarati and Abbacchio's transformations still incomplete, strategically, Fugo was the best option.]
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There was a time, once, when those words would have been-- ... he doesn't even know. A relief, maybe. At least that. The point is that he should be happy.]
[But right now, they don't seem real. He can't reach them. He doesn't know what to do with them. He just feels empty. And very, very tired.]
... I don't-- [Halting, awkward, uncomfortable. He doesn't see. He doesn't understand.] I don't know what you want me to say.
[Staying in the house was not an option. Someone had to protect the orphanage. With Bucciarati and Abbacchio's transformations still incomplete, strategically, Fugo was the best option.]