[Bruno looks away again. This time he turns, folding his arms and leaning on the railing with tension in his shoulders. He lifts a hand, resting his forehead against it and closes his eyes. He's wrong in that Bruno can actually will away what he feels when he needs to. Bruno does it all the time. He has to. But Abbacchio is right he can't make it stay away.]
What's so damn impossible... Abbacchio, tell me, who the hell do you think is still keeping us together? [He lifts his head and looks at Abbacchio over his shoulder.] Giorno's supposed to, but he sure as hell isn't. He's barely keeping himself together lately. And who do you think is going to tell him that? Mista agrees to everything and can't find anything wrong with Giorno or his decisions most of the time. You disagree out of spite and nitpick just to keep the petty bullshit grudge you have built up alive and well.
So, who does that leave? [He straightens, leaving his hands on the railing.] Don't misunderstand. I don't resent anyone or the position I'm in. If I did, I wouldn't bother with any of it. But I'm doing what I've always done and now, all of a sudden, each of you want to complain that I'm supposedly not doing enough for myself. You want me to take care of things whether you'd ever say it explicitly or not, but you don't want to trust me to look after myself. You don't want to listen to me when I say there's nothing to worry about because what you think I should be feeling and going doesn't match up to reality. And that's what makes it so damn impossible.
So, yes. If you really want to know, I'm pissed. But I can either be pissed off and continue to be until I can't stand it or anyone, myself included, or I can hold onto what matters, let go of the anger, and keep moving forward.
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What's so damn impossible... Abbacchio, tell me, who the hell do you think is still keeping us together? [He lifts his head and looks at Abbacchio over his shoulder.] Giorno's supposed to, but he sure as hell isn't. He's barely keeping himself together lately. And who do you think is going to tell him that? Mista agrees to everything and can't find anything wrong with Giorno or his decisions most of the time. You disagree out of spite and nitpick just to keep the petty bullshit grudge you have built up alive and well.
So, who does that leave? [He straightens, leaving his hands on the railing.] Don't misunderstand. I don't resent anyone or the position I'm in. If I did, I wouldn't bother with any of it. But I'm doing what I've always done and now, all of a sudden, each of you want to complain that I'm supposedly not doing enough for myself. You want me to take care of things whether you'd ever say it explicitly or not, but you don't want to trust me to look after myself. You don't want to listen to me when I say there's nothing to worry about because what you think I should be feeling and going doesn't match up to reality. And that's what makes it so damn impossible.
So, yes. If you really want to know, I'm pissed. But I can either be pissed off and continue to be until I can't stand it or anyone, myself included, or I can hold onto what matters, let go of the anger, and keep moving forward.