[Day by day, Ruby City falls apart a little more. Fugo has been watching the cracks spread with a mute, horrified fascination. It reminds him too much of Angelica's dream and the way it shattered. Holding onto Giorno isn't just a comfort: it's Fugo's way of staying grounded in an increasingly frightening and unreal situation.
But he trusts Giorno; believes him when he says that they should wait. Fugo knows that Giorno would not willfully put him-- or Lucy, or Naegi, or even Togami-- in a dangerous position without reason.]
[It was right to wait. Because there, stepping out of a tear--]
Buccellati? [His mouth is dry. His fingers tighten around Giorno's, too startled by what he's looking at for anything else to get through.] Is... that you?
[Is this real? The line between dreams and reality has become especially blurry this past week. But, he-- desperately wants to believe that what he's looking at is real.]
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But he trusts Giorno; believes him when he says that they should wait. Fugo knows that Giorno would not willfully put him-- or Lucy, or Naegi, or even Togami-- in a dangerous position without reason.]
[It was right to wait. Because there, stepping out of a tear--]
Buccellati? [His mouth is dry. His fingers tighten around Giorno's, too startled by what he's looking at for anything else to get through.] Is... that you?
[Is this real? The line between dreams and reality has become especially blurry this past week. But, he-- desperately wants to believe that what he's looking at is real.]