[It's not so much that Bruno ignores the first part of what Giorno is saying. He knows that it's sincere, but the time of its delivery is a poor choice. Bruno knows that Giorno trusts him. He knows that even when they disagree, Giorno will listen because Giorno isn't stupid. But it doesn't change the fact when it came to this matter, he didn't and doesn't trust Bruno.]
[Bruno's judgment isn't clouded by his frustrations. He knows that Giorno doesn't mean for it to be, but it is an insult.]
Don't you think I don't know that? [Why else would Bruno not tell anyone what happened to him in Venezia? Why keep the illusion that Giorno had managed to reach him in time even to the very end of his life? He understands there is a time and place and a crisis is neither of those places.] I've known that man far longer than you, Giorno. This isn't a short term problem you've created. The position you've put me in...
[Bruno shakes his head and looks out over at the water again.]
It's not up to me anymore, Giorno, to keep us together. It confuses things and it divides all of us. But you've put me in this position because you didn't trust me. And that's all you had to do. You didn't have to lie, you just had to trust me.
[He looks at Giorno again. Bruno's anger is beginning to slip out in small ways that he can't quite mask and perhaps isn't exactly bothering to anymore. His gaze on Giorno's hardened, brow furrowed deep. His restraint in keeping his tone in-check, even and relatively calm, is strained to its limits.]
So, allow me to be completely transparent so you have no reason to mistrust me again. When it comes to Abbacchio, I'm not doing any of this for you. I'm doing what I can because I owe that man more than I can ever repay. Whether he comes to accept you or not, I couldn't care less. That's not what's important. He deserves his place in Passione and I will not let his anger and his resentment--that same anger and resentment you provoked by taking ownership of something you have no right to--push him out.
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[Bruno's judgment isn't clouded by his frustrations. He knows that Giorno doesn't mean for it to be, but it is an insult.]
Don't you think I don't know that? [Why else would Bruno not tell anyone what happened to him in Venezia? Why keep the illusion that Giorno had managed to reach him in time even to the very end of his life? He understands there is a time and place and a crisis is neither of those places.] I've known that man far longer than you, Giorno. This isn't a short term problem you've created. The position you've put me in...
[Bruno shakes his head and looks out over at the water again.]
It's not up to me anymore, Giorno, to keep us together. It confuses things and it divides all of us. But you've put me in this position because you didn't trust me. And that's all you had to do. You didn't have to lie, you just had to trust me.
[He looks at Giorno again. Bruno's anger is beginning to slip out in small ways that he can't quite mask and perhaps isn't exactly bothering to anymore. His gaze on Giorno's hardened, brow furrowed deep. His restraint in keeping his tone in-check, even and relatively calm, is strained to its limits.]
So, allow me to be completely transparent so you have no reason to mistrust me again. When it comes to Abbacchio, I'm not doing any of this for you. I'm doing what I can because I owe that man more than I can ever repay. Whether he comes to accept you or not, I couldn't care less. That's not what's important. He deserves his place in Passione and I will not let his anger and his resentment--that same anger and resentment you provoked by taking ownership of something you have no right to--push him out.