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[Sometimes, when Fugo is feeling this way — taut as a wire pulled to its tightest extreme, liable to snap in half or snap back — he does things like this. Moves abruptly, without warning, or in ways that don't entirely make sense. There was a time, once, when Giorno might have startled at it, or shrunk away, or gone flat. But he's a different person now. They're both different people now. Fugo . . .]

[Even with no Bond, no matter how bad things get, Fugo will never hurt him. This is something he not only believes but knows. Not a theory, but a fact.]

[After another moment of thoughtful quiet, he nods, straightens up. His posture corrects, chin tipped up and eyes clear as ever.]

I'll follow you, then.

[In this, he's happy to follow Fugo's lead.]