[It's...not exactly relief that Bruno feels. There's too much of everything else for him to feel relief that Giorno is willing to respect his wishes not to push right now. But it's something. A small modicum of a weight lifting off him that allows him to at least physically lean on Giorno even if he's not ready to do so emotionally or mentally. But there's something else that feels like a punch to the gut because it rings true.]
[I wish it could have lasted.]
[Bruno turns his head away for a moment, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes tight enough to see stars sparking behind his eyelids. He can't call the time a waste. He won't call it that. But when is he going to learn? Why was it only at the moment of his final death that he felt no regrets? Why is that so hard to capture, to hold onto in life? Bruno lets his breath go harshly through his nose and opens his eyes.]
Non potrei mai dimenticare. [So much could be taken from him--so much has--but he could not forget something as important as that.] Anch'io ti voglio bene.
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[I wish it could have lasted.]
[Bruno turns his head away for a moment, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes tight enough to see stars sparking behind his eyelids. He can't call the time a waste. He won't call it that. But when is he going to learn? Why was it only at the moment of his final death that he felt no regrets? Why is that so hard to capture, to hold onto in life? Bruno lets his breath go harshly through his nose and opens his eyes.]
Non potrei mai dimenticare. [So much could be taken from him--so much has--but he could not forget something as important as that.] Anch'io ti voglio bene.