[There's another pause. This one isn't as long because Bruno knows the answer to that question without a doubt, but it's still not something easy for him to part with. He had admitted it to Giorno, but that had been once and when the wounds were still fresh and raw enough that he didn't think he could sit with them a second time. Not when he no longer had anything to move forward towards as he had the first time.]

It was different with him, [he says, his voice soft and quiet.] With Abbacchio.

When he got here, neither one of us really had anything but each other then. Giorno and I were at odds with each other, and Abbacchio would never forgive him because Giorno took over Passione in the end when I died and so did Narancia.

[He glances briefly at Polnareff because it's not a perspective that Bruno agrees with. He doesn't see his death, Abbacchio's, and certainly not Narancia's as sacrifices for putting Giorno at the head of Passione specifically. They were sacrifices in the name of something far greater than Giorno's advancement.]

Things got better.

[Bruno got better. He can't even objectively argue against that, not when he recognized that he wasn't fine. At least not as fine as he pretended to be.]

But if there was a chance that Abbacchio would have more beyond this place, I never would have...