[ Unusually for Bucciarati, he hasn't commented on Fugo's lack of appetite. His own plate of food is similarly untouched, after all, for reasons he can only assume (hope) are both similar and drastically different. The other members quarreling is vague noise in the back of his head, something to be aware of; if he were honest with himself, he'd admit that something is off, that he's usually sharper than this, and there's a hard-to-describe sort of blurriness to all his senses, but he simply doesn't have the luxury to consider what's happened to him in its entirety. Too much is at stake for him to be worrying about himself. The young man sitting across from him is tangible evidence of that.
He'd both expected resistance and been prepared for the worst-case scenario from the very beginning - that being himself, Giorno and Trish setting off alone to track down the boss. Truthfully, the fact that every last one of them chose to follow him made his heart swell with pride. But he can feel the weight of those four lives keenly, too. Ultimately, yes, it was their choice, freely made, knowing the mortal danger that lay ahead, and rationally, he's resolved to accept whatever may happen to them. That doesn't mean he's not going to try his damned hardest to keep them all safe. ]
We don't need forever. We're finishing this within the week.
[ because if they can't do that, then they've lost for exactly the reasons Fugo's suggesting. If the Boss gets too far ahead of them, they'll never catch him. And the longer they spend chasing him, the longer their tail will get, and the more time he'll have to alert every other squad in Passione to their presence. Hiding from the entire mob on their home turf would quickly become impossible.
They either win against impossible odds in the next few days, or all of them die trying. There are no alternatives. And he's sure that's exactly why Fugo looks so dour. Cool and stern as his voice may be, Bucciarati doesn't blame him one bit. ]
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He'd both expected resistance and been prepared for the worst-case scenario from the very beginning - that being himself, Giorno and Trish setting off alone to track down the boss. Truthfully, the fact that every last one of them chose to follow him made his heart swell with pride. But he can feel the weight of those four lives keenly, too. Ultimately, yes, it was their choice, freely made, knowing the mortal danger that lay ahead, and rationally, he's resolved to accept whatever may happen to them. That doesn't mean he's not going to try his damned hardest to keep them all safe. ]
We don't need forever. We're finishing this within the week.
[ because if they can't do that, then they've lost for exactly the reasons Fugo's suggesting. If the Boss gets too far ahead of them, they'll never catch him. And the longer they spend chasing him, the longer their tail will get, and the more time he'll have to alert every other squad in Passione to their presence. Hiding from the entire mob on their home turf would quickly become impossible.
They either win against impossible odds in the next few days, or all of them die trying. There are no alternatives. And he's sure that's exactly why Fugo looks so dour. Cool and stern as his voice may be, Bucciarati doesn't blame him one bit. ]
Don't worry about money.