[He can't help it. The longer Giorno talks, the more a small smile edges out. He's proud of each of them in little ways. He's proud that Fugo is still trying to find his place again and hasn't simply allowed himself to float away into nothing. He's proud that Giorno hasn't spurned Fugo for his choice, understanding perfectly why Bruno never held it against Fugo for staying behind. He's proud of Trish, too, for not allowing everything that's happened to burn the kindness out of her but taught her smarter ways of thriving. And he's proud of Mista for being as ever predictable and stubborn as always, but still finding the room within himself to change.]

[He says none of this out loud, but he allows for it in his smile and his gaze out the window. He never expected that their lives would be what most considered easy or even relatively quiet. But he had hoped they would find happiness. It does strike a chord of melancholy within Bruno, of course. He may never necessarily be forgotten by any of them, living on through them. But it does stir feelings of being left behind. They're thankfully overshadowed by relief, happiness, and pride, easily ignored and pushed aside in favor of what really matters. But it doesn't make it any less true of a feeling.]

They're doing well then. I'm glad. [He sips his cappuccino, contemplating if he should say any further. He decides there's little harm in giving voice to things like this right now.] You've come a long way, Giorno Giovanna. That boy I found on the cable car that day would have never been able to become don let alone be effective even with all of his ambition.

You should be proud.

[As I am.]