O-of course. It's nothing. [He didn't have anything to hide from him, either. He didn't need to be thanked for it. Finally, Fugo reaches for his drink.] Being honest is the least I can do.
[Giorno had more than earned his respect. Of course, Buccellati'd had that, too, and yet, there were still circumstances in which lying had seemed like the right thing to do. But Giorno... It was different with him, somehow. He had lied to Buccellati to protect him, but Fugo couldn't imagine a situation like that for Giorno. He was sure that Giorno had his weaknesses—everyone did—but maybe Fugo just didn't know him well enough to know what they were yet. What he did know was that Giorno was capable of the impossible. He was powerful, almost unstoppable. He couldn't imagine what it would take to get a person like this down.
But then, maybe it didn't really matter, either. Whatever Giorno's weaknesses were, he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of them.]
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[Giorno had more than earned his respect. Of course, Buccellati'd had that, too, and yet, there were still circumstances in which lying had seemed like the right thing to do. But Giorno... It was different with him, somehow. He had lied to Buccellati to protect him, but Fugo couldn't imagine a situation like that for Giorno. He was sure that Giorno had his weaknesses—everyone did—but maybe Fugo just didn't know him well enough to know what they were yet. What he did know was that Giorno was capable of the impossible. He was powerful, almost unstoppable. He couldn't imagine what it would take to get a person like this down.
But then, maybe it didn't really matter, either. Whatever Giorno's weaknesses were, he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of them.]