[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...
[The word is upside down from Bruno's perspective, so it takes a second or two to flip the letters around in their proper places.]
No, I never hallucinated anything.
[He could talk about the way that people changed for him. He could still see them because there was a light inside them that made their features just visible in an otherwise darkening world. But Bruno keeps it to himself after noticing how uneasy the conversation seems to be making Carlos.]
[Carlos sets aside a few mental notes: one, to talk to Giorno about this whole resurrection business, and two, to figure out exactly the nature of death as he personally percieved it all those years ago. Also, three, remember to put some water on the stove for pasta, but that can wait until the science has concluded, as science takes precedence over everything else.
He steels himself yet again, forcing a smile.]
So, Bruno--can I call you Bruno? Um, anyways, how long has your Stand been...present?
Bruno is fine, [he acknowledges with a small nod. Bruno's never been picky about what people address him as, having always left it as a choice to the person addressing him.] Sticky Fingers has been with me since I was around 12 years old. I can't give you a more exact time than that.
I see. Was there anything to trigger his appearance, or was it wholly random? From what I've heard, there can sometimes be extenuating circumstances that trigger this ability.
[You know, like getting shot with a Stone Arrow. Stuff like that, totally arbitrary.]
Sticky Fingers didn't take a form until after Polpo had me take his test to prove I could survive in Passione.
[It might not be fair to assume that Giorno mentioned the test to Carlos, but he doesn't see why it wouldn't have come up at some point if he knows to ask about the various ways in which Sticky Fingers could have come into being.]
I think he's always been there to some extent though.
[Yeah, at some point, he just has to admit he doesn't know much about...well, anything regarding typical Stands. Sure, he's done a fair amount of research, but this isn't something that's come up in any of his interviews. Giorno never talked about it, anyways.]
Can you go a little more in detail about this...test? Passione's your, ah, employer, right?
[Should he say former? Is that polite? He's unsure about his death etiquette.]
Oh, has Giorno never explained how he joined Passione or its structure to you before?
[Bruno seems genuinely surprised by this. He'd think that would have come up at some point, but then again, it's best to leave much of what Passione used to be in the past where it belongs.]
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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.
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No, I never hallucinated anything.
[He could talk about the way that people changed for him. He could still see them because there was a light inside them that made their features just visible in an otherwise darkening world. But Bruno keeps it to himself after noticing how uneasy the conversation seems to be making Carlos.]
Things just went dark when it was time.
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[Carlos sets aside a few mental notes: one, to talk to Giorno about this whole resurrection business, and two, to figure out exactly the nature of death as he personally percieved it all those years ago. Also, three, remember to put some water on the stove for pasta, but that can wait until the science has concluded, as science takes precedence over everything else.
He steels himself yet again, forcing a smile.]
So, Bruno--can I call you Bruno? Um, anyways, how long has your Stand been...present?
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[You know, like getting shot with a Stone Arrow. Stuff like that, totally arbitrary.]
I'm just trying to see if there's any patterns.
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[It might not be fair to assume that Giorno mentioned the test to Carlos, but he doesn't see why it wouldn't have come up at some point if he knows to ask about the various ways in which Sticky Fingers could have come into being.]
I think he's always been there to some extent though.
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[Yeah, at some point, he just has to admit he doesn't know much about...well, anything regarding typical Stands. Sure, he's done a fair amount of research, but this isn't something that's come up in any of his interviews. Giorno never talked about it, anyways.]
Can you go a little more in detail about this...test? Passione's your, ah, employer, right?
[Should he say former? Is that polite? He's unsure about his death etiquette.]
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[Bruno seems genuinely surprised by this. He'd think that would have come up at some point, but then again, it's best to leave much of what Passione used to be in the past where it belongs.]