[ he's less surprised to be here. It's nowhere he's been before - not exactly - but it's a place he's seen before, he thinks. After King Crimson cast him down and Giorno pulled him back up, whenever he closed his eyes for too long, he came here. Of course, when he woke up, he'd hardly remember where he'd been. Now he remembers. The smell of the sea and the sound of the waves are almost familiar. Like home.
This isn't home, though, and Bruno knows he'll never wake up there again.
Unlike before, he has his bearings enough to sit up instead of lay on the beach in a daze and blearily stare at the too-pale sky. A moment ago, he'd been fighting for his life (well, Trish and Giorno and Mista's lives, really, and Fugo, too, even if he wasn't there); despite that, he finds himself feeling oddly calm. He's been ready to die, he supposes. More than that, he has faith that they can succeed without him. His part is over. Now, he just has to do... whatever comes next.
He has no idea what that might be. "Getting into another fight" would certainly not have been his guess, either. But as he pulls himself to his feet, he hears a voice from a ways down the shore - a little too far to close the distance, but very much close enough for him to see and hear who it's coming from. For a moment, he thinks it's Trish and feels his heart start dropping into his shoes. Then he realizes it most assuredly isn't. This person is... ]
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This isn't home, though, and Bruno knows he'll never wake up there again.
Unlike before, he has his bearings enough to sit up instead of lay on the beach in a daze and blearily stare at the too-pale sky. A moment ago, he'd been fighting for his life (well, Trish and Giorno and Mista's lives, really, and Fugo, too, even if he wasn't there); despite that, he finds himself feeling oddly calm. He's been ready to die, he supposes. More than that, he has faith that they can succeed without him. His part is over. Now, he just has to do... whatever comes next.
He has no idea what that might be. "Getting into another fight" would certainly not have been his guess, either. But as he pulls himself to his feet, he hears a voice from a ways down the shore - a little too far to close the distance, but very much close enough for him to see and hear who it's coming from. For a moment, he thinks it's Trish and feels his heart start dropping into his shoes. Then he realizes it most assuredly isn't. This person is... ]
... I see you're a liar.