[ They might have had their methods back home. Often times he was their method. Here, it was a teenage housemate who'd overheard a conversation. ]
She looks after her people. It's her number one priority, that much I know. She's been very accommodating towards me, and others as well, through our changes. Though, this is all... I don't know, Bucciarati. It's a lot. Honestly, I suspect that there's something else going on, maybe it's a matter of how things were before she was here; that seems to influence a lot of the decisions made in this place. [ He thinks of how staunchly neutral Giorno has been in the face of these opposing sides, not out of indifference, but a distaste for their methods. Abbacchio finds he's inclined to agree with him. ] I don't know and I can't say for sure. Not to say that excuses this, of course.
[ He knows what Bucciarati is getting at; that he doesn't need to ask. It's a problem, he knows he's aware of it. And yet. Hesitatingly, he responds. ]
I know that. [ Doesn't make it any less true in his mind. ] Still, I respect your opinions and I trust in your judgement.
[ Because Lord knows he doesn't trust in his own. He'd gone to the casino in the first place on a whim, hadn't he? Without even considering to consult anyone else on the idea, with no preamble and no knowledge about what exactly he was walking into. Then he kept it to himself for a month, only actually bothered telling Bucciarati. And look how it's all turning out now. ]
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She looks after her people. It's her number one priority, that much I know. She's been very accommodating towards me, and others as well, through our changes. Though, this is all... I don't know, Bucciarati. It's a lot. Honestly, I suspect that there's something else going on, maybe it's a matter of how things were before she was here; that seems to influence a lot of the decisions made in this place. [ He thinks of how staunchly neutral Giorno has been in the face of these opposing sides, not out of indifference, but a distaste for their methods. Abbacchio finds he's inclined to agree with him. ] I don't know and I can't say for sure. Not to say that excuses this, of course.
[ He knows what Bucciarati is getting at; that he doesn't need to ask. It's a problem, he knows he's aware of it. And yet. Hesitatingly, he responds. ]
I know that. [ Doesn't make it any less true in his mind. ] Still, I respect your opinions and I trust in your judgement.
[ Because Lord knows he doesn't trust in his own. He'd gone to the casino in the first place on a whim, hadn't he? Without even considering to consult anyone else on the idea, with no preamble and no knowledge about what exactly he was walking into. Then he kept it to himself for a month, only actually bothered telling Bucciarati. And look how it's all turning out now. ]