[Despite spending a not so insignificant amount of his life moving in and out of spaces, some of which only existed upon his creation, Bruno still finds himself disoriented upon setting foot in this world. Where he was before... He remembers everything about home and sacrificing himself for Giorno to finish what they started. He remembers a city where he spent two years he didn't really have. And then...]
[He doesn't have a strong recollection of it. It isn't nothingness, but it's not really something either. It's only a notion slipped between the clarity of his other memories and the present moment. The present moment which seems more a nightmare version of his memories than an actual present moment, but he can feel the summer heat in each breath he draws. It's that heat that tells him time's passed since he last remembers this place.]
[His head turns the moment he hears his name. Bruno is equally relieved and not at all to see the two of them because it's not safe for any of them to still be here. That much is more than a little obvious.]
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[He doesn't have a strong recollection of it. It isn't nothingness, but it's not really something either. It's only a notion slipped between the clarity of his other memories and the present moment. The present moment which seems more a nightmare version of his memories than an actual present moment, but he can feel the summer heat in each breath he draws. It's that heat that tells him time's passed since he last remembers this place.]
[His head turns the moment he hears his name. Bruno is equally relieved and not at all to see the two of them because it's not safe for any of them to still be here. That much is more than a little obvious.]
What's happening to this place?