[For a moment, Bruno can only stand there in what feels like a mild amount of disbelief. It's exactly as it should be. It's most everything he could have wanted and allowed himself to hope for. It's easy to not believe--even though Giorno would never lie about something like that to Bruno, not now--because when have good things like this come into any of their lives? Even Trish, who had remained untouched by all of this for so long, couldn't lead a simple and quiet life any longer. But he knows it's true and there's a peace that washes over him that feels even deeper and even more calming than when he departed from the world.]
[They are safe and they are happy. Bruno's gaze begins to wander away from Giorno, not entirely focused any longer as some of the tension he was holding slips away. He is immensely proud of Giorno. Not just for finishing things, but for taking control of his life, of Passione. He knows that Giorno is turning it into what it always should have been and he has the skills, the personality to hold it together. He thinks some of the others had been mistaken, had thought that Bruno would take over after everything was said and done. But Bruno knew deep down, that was never meant for him. His job was to get Giorno there. It took a while to see that part, but he realized it very quickly as Giorno seemed to grow up right before his eyes.]
[I missed you. Bruno's gaze snaps back to Giorno.]
I don't regret anything.
[He feels that's important to say. To re-establish. For Giorno. And... And for himself. It's only standing here now that Bruno realizes that he had accepted his death a while ago now, but this is different. He hadn't expected to be confronted by anyone left behind after the fact. Not until much, much later, if ever.]
[He moves over to the table where Giorno had been seated, resting both hands on the back of the chair opposite Giorno's.]
You haven't exactly given me a lot of time to miss you in return. [He turns his head a little to look at Giorno again.] Or maybe it's something else that's given me time back.
[He hesitates to say it because it's an incredibly overwhelming thing to say aloud. It's something he's only acknowledged in his head up until this point.]
I feel alive.
[He can see and hear. He can feel things beneath his fingers. He's touched his skin and it feels warm. His heart is beating steady. But he doesn't understand how that's possible or how long it will last. If it will last.]
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[They are safe and they are happy. Bruno's gaze begins to wander away from Giorno, not entirely focused any longer as some of the tension he was holding slips away. He is immensely proud of Giorno. Not just for finishing things, but for taking control of his life, of Passione. He knows that Giorno is turning it into what it always should have been and he has the skills, the personality to hold it together. He thinks some of the others had been mistaken, had thought that Bruno would take over after everything was said and done. But Bruno knew deep down, that was never meant for him. His job was to get Giorno there. It took a while to see that part, but he realized it very quickly as Giorno seemed to grow up right before his eyes.]
[I missed you. Bruno's gaze snaps back to Giorno.]
I don't regret anything.
[He feels that's important to say. To re-establish. For Giorno. And... And for himself. It's only standing here now that Bruno realizes that he had accepted his death a while ago now, but this is different. He hadn't expected to be confronted by anyone left behind after the fact. Not until much, much later, if ever.]
[He moves over to the table where Giorno had been seated, resting both hands on the back of the chair opposite Giorno's.]
You haven't exactly given me a lot of time to miss you in return. [He turns his head a little to look at Giorno again.] Or maybe it's something else that's given me time back.
[He hesitates to say it because it's an incredibly overwhelming thing to say aloud. It's something he's only acknowledged in his head up until this point.]
I feel alive.
[He can see and hear. He can feel things beneath his fingers. He's touched his skin and it feels warm. His heart is beating steady. But he doesn't understand how that's possible or how long it will last. If it will last.]