[We. All of them, really; all of Buccellati's gang, his family, Giorno's family, too. They have all learned to change the world to meet the standards they set for it, to accept nothing less than the best. They've worked hard for it, sacrificed more than they should have had to, but they got there. They did. And there's no going back from that understanding, that responsibility, that knowledge. They are, together, more powerful than most people ever dare to me.]
[Greatness has never weighed heavy on Giorno. It's in his genes. There's enough to worry about besides hat, anyway.]
There's no point hoping for the impossible, Bruno.
[This is teasing again. He can't quite keep himself to his normal levels of composure. He's happy, excited even, because while Bruno had been perfectly ready to let go, he hadn't been ready. Neither had Mista; neither had Trish. He carries their grief with him, wishes he had some sort of conduit to speak with them, to share his happiness.]
[But wishes are a waste of time without a concrete way to achieve them.]
[He laces his fingers together on the tabletop, watches Bruno in profile.]
You'll stay with me.
[This isn't a question. It's not a request. Although, if he has to, he will delineate his reasons, the practical and the personal. It makes sense for them to stick together. It will be harder for enemies to get the jump on them. It will be easier for them to communicate. And he doesn't want to be alone. He very much doesn't want to be alone anymore.]
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[Greatness has never weighed heavy on Giorno. It's in his genes. There's enough to worry about besides hat, anyway.]
There's no point hoping for the impossible, Bruno.
[This is teasing again. He can't quite keep himself to his normal levels of composure. He's happy, excited even, because while Bruno had been perfectly ready to let go, he hadn't been ready. Neither had Mista; neither had Trish. He carries their grief with him, wishes he had some sort of conduit to speak with them, to share his happiness.]
[But wishes are a waste of time without a concrete way to achieve them.]
[He laces his fingers together on the tabletop, watches Bruno in profile.]
You'll stay with me.
[This isn't a question. It's not a request. Although, if he has to, he will delineate his reasons, the practical and the personal. It makes sense for them to stick together. It will be harder for enemies to get the jump on them. It will be easier for them to communicate. And he doesn't want to be alone. He very much doesn't want to be alone anymore.]