[There was no mistaking it, then, and there was no brushing it off, either. It was complicated—he didn't want to lie to Giorno, but he wasn't sure that he could, anyway. He wasn't sure that he was capable of it. But he also wasn't sure just how much he should tell him, even if he didn't know all there was to know about what happened, either. What good would it do him to know? He was conflicted.
Just like always.
Fugo frowns.]
I don't know the details... [That's the truth, at least, even if it's not one he's proud to admit.] But something happened in Venezia. I think the boss might have been playing us.
[Buccellati had never quite said it, but it was an easy enough conclusion to come to. For both Buccellati and Trish to have been attacked like that, it was the only explanation, especially when Buccellati had displayed no signs of wanting to defect prior.]
Buccellati decided to betray him. That's what happened.
[He remembered what Mista said to him back at the stadium. "You'd never have made it. You were smart enough to see that. Always were." But that hadn't stopped any of the others, had it? They couldn't possibly have thought that they stood any chance, and yet...]
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Just like always.
Fugo frowns.]
I don't know the details... [That's the truth, at least, even if it's not one he's proud to admit.] But something happened in Venezia. I think the boss might have been playing us.
[Buccellati had never quite said it, but it was an easy enough conclusion to come to. For both Buccellati and Trish to have been attacked like that, it was the only explanation, especially when Buccellati had displayed no signs of wanting to defect prior.]
Buccellati decided to betray him. That's what happened.
[He remembered what Mista said to him back at the stadium. "You'd never have made it. You were smart enough to see that. Always were." But that hadn't stopped any of the others, had it? They couldn't possibly have thought that they stood any chance, and yet...]