[ He listens patiently, as always. In a sense, it's freeing that Abbacchio's decision is his own. Bucciarati enjoys being relied upon by others, and is happy to guide them; at the same time, the responsibility is heavy, particularly when it comes to Abbacchio, whom he knows leans on him especially when it comes to finding his way forward. This is hardly a monumental choice, but it's still a little proof that he's gotten back on his feet since Bruno found him - and since Bruno left him, as well. ]
Then you have your answer.
[ a nod. He sticks his hands in his pockets. ]
I think it's good that you have a place where you can be "normal." It's wise not to take that for granted.
[ his relationships with the people there, too. It's something Bucciarati's struggled with personally since he arrived here. He grew up in Passione; he's never had to try and be part of regular society, and he's finding he doesn't really know how. ]
[ Eyes remain fixed on Bucciarati's face, watching for a flicker of any indication that what he's doing and the choice he's making might be the wrong one.
For all his searching, however, he finds nothing to give the impression — hadn't expected to, really — and it's an odd sensation. It makes it apparent for the first time since arriving here that things are indeed different now, not just between himself and Bucciarati, but their group as a whole. It's something he's known on a base logical level, but maybe through denial and stubbornness, it still didn't feel like it was really true. ]
I'm not sure I'd say it's a place to be normal, but it's… Something.
[ What that something is, exactly, remains to be seen. ]
[ he pauses, then shakes his head lightly, apparently at himself. ]
"Normal" might not be the right word. I meant a place where you don't have to be a gangster.
[ nothing here is really normal, even for a group with as skewed a definition of "normal" as theirs. They can spend all the time they like at Hill House, trying to live their old lives, but Passione doesn't exist here the way it did back home, and neither do their jobs. Ryslig barely has a functioning, coherent system in the first place; there's not much room for the mafia, and, as such, not much room for Abbacchio and Bucciarati the way they used to be. They exist with all the baggage of the past and none of the goals of the present or hopes for the future.
Abbacchio (along with Mista, of course) has always been the one most adapted to living in the "real world." It's good that he can still fit himself back into it when the time comes. Bruno looks thoughtful. ]
I— [ There's a pause and he huffs out a puff of air in a hollow attempt at a laugh, no real humour behind it; just an undercurrent of self-deprecation. ] I don't think I know how to be anything else.
[ It sounds silly, he's sure. Though he doesn't have the specifics, he's certain he wasn't part of Passione nearly as long as Bucciarati — which is concerning, for its own reasons, though largely beside the point right now. It's easy to assume Abbacchio would be well suited to normality given his history. Sure, Bucciarati had recruited him when he was an adult, technically, but that doesn't mean he had any worldly experience, and what he did have was mostly picked up by his being a police officer. He'd never spent any of his incredibly short adult life as a civilian. Even before that, his whole life was spent blindly following the rules and doing as he was told.
What he wants is to look Bucciarati in the eyes, tell him just how fucking lost he feels. ]
Anyway, I'll talk to Mukuro. Thanks for hearing me out.
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Then you have your answer.
[ a nod. He sticks his hands in his pockets. ]
I think it's good that you have a place where you can be "normal." It's wise not to take that for granted.
[ his relationships with the people there, too. It's something Bucciarati's struggled with personally since he arrived here. He grew up in Passione; he's never had to try and be part of regular society, and he's finding he doesn't really know how. ]
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[ Eyes remain fixed on Bucciarati's face, watching for a flicker of any indication that what he's doing and the choice he's making might be the wrong one.
For all his searching, however, he finds nothing to give the impression — hadn't expected to, really — and it's an odd sensation. It makes it apparent for the first time since arriving here that things are indeed different now, not just between himself and Bucciarati, but their group as a whole. It's something he's known on a base logical level, but maybe through denial and stubbornness, it still didn't feel like it was really true. ]
I'm not sure I'd say it's a place to be normal, but it's… Something.
[ What that something is, exactly, remains to be seen. ]
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"Normal" might not be the right word. I meant a place where you don't have to be a gangster.
[ nothing here is really normal, even for a group with as skewed a definition of "normal" as theirs. They can spend all the time they like at Hill House, trying to live their old lives, but Passione doesn't exist here the way it did back home, and neither do their jobs. Ryslig barely has a functioning, coherent system in the first place; there's not much room for the mafia, and, as such, not much room for Abbacchio and Bucciarati the way they used to be. They exist with all the baggage of the past and none of the goals of the present or hopes for the future.
Abbacchio (along with Mista, of course) has always been the one most adapted to living in the "real world." It's good that he can still fit himself back into it when the time comes. Bruno looks thoughtful. ]
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I— [ There's a pause and he huffs out a puff of air in a hollow attempt at a laugh, no real humour behind it; just an undercurrent of self-deprecation. ] I don't think I know how to be anything else.
[ It sounds silly, he's sure. Though he doesn't have the specifics, he's certain he wasn't part of Passione nearly as long as Bucciarati — which is concerning, for its own reasons, though largely beside the point right now. It's easy to assume Abbacchio would be well suited to normality given his history. Sure, Bucciarati had recruited him when he was an adult, technically, but that doesn't mean he had any worldly experience, and what he did have was mostly picked up by his being a police officer. He'd never spent any of his incredibly short adult life as a civilian. Even before that, his whole life was spent blindly following the rules and doing as he was told.
What he wants is to look Bucciarati in the eyes, tell him just how fucking lost he feels. ]
Anyway, I'll talk to Mukuro. Thanks for hearing me out.