[ This isn't the first time Bucciarati has called him a good man, and it doubtlessly won't be the last; even if it's something Abbacchio struggles to believe about himself, he believes that when Bucciarati says it, he means it. He believes he was good, once; and he had wanted to prove to both Bucciarati and himself that with a little effort, he could be good once again.
In effect, those are all things that Bucciarati gave to Abbacchio. Somehow, by finding some shred of worth in him, even when he was at his worst, at his lowest point, that was what gave him a second chance at life in the first place. That chance is what led him to his home and his family, and so much more – the respect offered to him as a person after he'd long stopped thinking he was deserving of it, the simple freedom and ability to be himself with no questions asked, and the comfort in finding a confidant and companion within Bucciarati himself.
It wasn't Bucciarati who took those things away. No, that blame falls squarely with the boss, because no matter what decisions Bucciarati had to make as their capo, his hand had already been forced.
He isn't used to having people apologise to him, and in truth he doesn't feel he needs one from Bucciarati, but he accepts it with a quiet nod all the same. He understands the need to apologise, to acknowledge an awareness of your actions, and he won't begrudge Bucciarati that opportunity.
Bucciarati's words are almost overwhelming, and Abbacchio has nothing in response that would be nearly sufficient enough to convey the importance of hearing them, not really, so he offers all he can. ]
… Thank you.
[ For the faith, for the years of trust, for considering him a friend. For everything in between. ]
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[ This isn't the first time Bucciarati has called him a good man, and it doubtlessly won't be the last; even if it's something Abbacchio struggles to believe about himself, he believes that when Bucciarati says it, he means it. He believes he was good, once; and he had wanted to prove to both Bucciarati and himself that with a little effort, he could be good once again.
In effect, those are all things that Bucciarati gave to Abbacchio. Somehow, by finding some shred of worth in him, even when he was at his worst, at his lowest point, that was what gave him a second chance at life in the first place. That chance is what led him to his home and his family, and so much more – the respect offered to him as a person after he'd long stopped thinking he was deserving of it, the simple freedom and ability to be himself with no questions asked, and the comfort in finding a confidant and companion within Bucciarati himself.
It wasn't Bucciarati who took those things away. No, that blame falls squarely with the boss, because no matter what decisions Bucciarati had to make as their capo, his hand had already been forced.
He isn't used to having people apologise to him, and in truth he doesn't feel he needs one from Bucciarati, but he accepts it with a quiet nod all the same. He understands the need to apologise, to acknowledge an awareness of your actions, and he won't begrudge Bucciarati that opportunity.
Bucciarati's words are almost overwhelming, and Abbacchio has nothing in response that would be nearly sufficient enough to convey the importance of hearing them, not really, so he offers all he can. ]
… Thank you.
[ For the faith, for the years of trust, for considering him a friend. For everything in between. ]