[When Giorno begins to speak again after the long silence, Bruno lowers his hand back to the table and turns his head to give his full attention. As could probably be expected, his expression never changes, never falters in its cool neutrality as he listens. But on the inside? He'd like to pretend that he can listen to all of this without having a reaction on the inside. He thinks he should be able to listen to this calmly and without any reaction. He'd accepted his death and death itself didn't particularly frighten Bruno even now with life running through his veins once more. But no amount of telling himself this can stop his skin beginning to crawl the moment he starts describing Dio's Stand, only for it to grow worse when Giorno says Kujo's possesses the same ability. He knows it's not the same as King Crimson. Not exactly. There's also no guarantee that Kujo knows how to use his ability as well as Diavolo had known to utilize King Crimson's abilities.]
[But he can still feel something draining away from him. No. Not really. It's the memory of it. A fist ramming through the center of his chest, breaking flesh, bone, and muscle beyond true repair. The panicked thought of not now, fear of not failure itself but failure to prepare the others, to give them warning and a fighting chance at survival. Life slipping away in large swaths of blood. The fabric of his sleeve is pulled taut as his hand curls into a tight, white-knuckled fist. It's only one ragged exhalation and he has to break eye contact, bowing his head and going perfectly still. The next breath he draws is even and steady as is the one following it. He pushes the pressure in his chest away and focuses for a brief moment the pulse of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.]
Then it sounds like Kakyoin is the one we should be the most careful around. [The words feel a little thick and his tongue heavy, but he lifts his head, loosening his grip on his sleeve.] Kujo's Stand may be the more powerful of the two, but I imagine the well-being of his friend will take precedence over everything else. The easiest way to provoke him into taking action would be anything he'd view as a threat to Kakyoin.
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[But he can still feel something draining away from him. No. Not really. It's the memory of it. A fist ramming through the center of his chest, breaking flesh, bone, and muscle beyond true repair. The panicked thought of not now, fear of not failure itself but failure to prepare the others, to give them warning and a fighting chance at survival. Life slipping away in large swaths of blood. The fabric of his sleeve is pulled taut as his hand curls into a tight, white-knuckled fist. It's only one ragged exhalation and he has to break eye contact, bowing his head and going perfectly still. The next breath he draws is even and steady as is the one following it. He pushes the pressure in his chest away and focuses for a brief moment the pulse of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.]
Then it sounds like Kakyoin is the one we should be the most careful around. [The words feel a little thick and his tongue heavy, but he lifts his head, loosening his grip on his sleeve.] Kujo's Stand may be the more powerful of the two, but I imagine the well-being of his friend will take precedence over everything else. The easiest way to provoke him into taking action would be anything he'd view as a threat to Kakyoin.