[As Bruno talks, Carlos seems to grow visibly unsettled, though he still makes an effort to write down every word. It's not like he's seen anything close to what Buccellati...or, rather, he hasn't seen anything done willingly by another person that fits the bill of what Giorno allegedly did. In fact, the entire experience sounds unsettlingly similar to the condos, but he's repressed most of that, thankfully.
After he assesses that Bruno is done talking, he lets his pen linger on the page for a few moments, creating an ever-spreading blotch of red next to the word "DETERIORATION", a visual representation of a complicated idea that Carlos, for all his insight, couldn't voice.
So, he settles for a shaky smile, refocusing on the conversation.]
Did you witness...any...hallucinations? Visions of dead relatives, maybe, or a visual representation of death, like the Grim Reaper, or, say...a dark planet lit by no sun, an invisible titan, all thick black forests and jagged mountains and turbulent oceans, so close that you could reach out and touch it, if you wanted...
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After he assesses that Bruno is done talking, he lets his pen linger on the page for a few moments, creating an ever-spreading blotch of red next to the word "DETERIORATION", a visual representation of a complicated idea that Carlos, for all his insight, couldn't voice.
So, he settles for a shaky smile, refocusing on the conversation.]
Did you witness...any...hallucinations? Visions of dead relatives, maybe, or a visual representation of death, like the Grim Reaper, or, say...a dark planet lit by no sun, an invisible titan, all thick black forests and jagged mountains and turbulent oceans, so close that you could reach out and touch it, if you wanted...
[Crisply, he underlines "DETERIORATION".]
You know, just the usual.