[Bruno doesn't move from the spot he's standing. He recognizes the authority in Giorno's voice, but he's never answered to Giorno. He's listened to him in the past, heeding his advice and insight, but he's never fallen in line behind him. But he doesn't bristle at the command. In an odd way, it fills him with pride. But he doesn't know if that pride is coming too soon with the possibilities of how he managed to get here. So that brief smile that his lips curve into quickly fades back into something neutral.]
I know what happened to me, Giorno, [he says this a little softer, a little gentler than he intends to. He's not really sure where it comes from or why it's there.] I'm talking about what happened to you. To Mista and Trish. [A beat.] To Diavolo.
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I know what happened to me, Giorno, [he says this a little softer, a little gentler than he intends to. He's not really sure where it comes from or why it's there.] I'm talking about what happened to you. To Mista and Trish. [A beat.] To Diavolo.