[Ah. The whisper of resignation, of bitter relief at a valve loosed, steam expelled. Quietly, subtly, he sighs through his nose. There it is.]
[He can only imagine what it's like behind Fugo's eyes, to be looking out at the world as someone who hates Fugo the way Fugo hates himself. He can guess at it, certainly. It isn't as subtle anymore as it once was — because, of course, he cheated. Because he did research and learned more and finally, finally the broken bits and pieces of Fugo's harlequin Stand started to fall into place.]
[Purple Haze's mouth is sewn shut because Fugo has been silenced, and silences himself. Purple Haze is angry because Fugo is angry. Purple Haze is anxious, and violent, and afraid, because Fugo is all of these things. Purple Haze is out of control because—]
[Fugo thinks: Because I am out of control.]
[Giorno thinks: Because you control yourself too tightly.]
[His hands fall loose at his sides, fingers open, palms marked with half-moons that almost break the skin.]
But I want to see you, Fugo.
[His voice is soft, helpless. Not quite hopeless, but close. He's trying to believe in an eventuality where Fugo will believe him, but it seems so improbable.]
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[He can only imagine what it's like behind Fugo's eyes, to be looking out at the world as someone who hates Fugo the way Fugo hates himself. He can guess at it, certainly. It isn't as subtle anymore as it once was — because, of course, he cheated. Because he did research and learned more and finally, finally the broken bits and pieces of Fugo's harlequin Stand started to fall into place.]
[Purple Haze's mouth is sewn shut because Fugo has been silenced, and silences himself. Purple Haze is angry because Fugo is angry. Purple Haze is anxious, and violent, and afraid, because Fugo is all of these things. Purple Haze is out of control because—]
[Fugo thinks: Because I am out of control.]
[Giorno thinks: Because you control yourself too tightly.]
[His hands fall loose at his sides, fingers open, palms marked with half-moons that almost break the skin.]
But I want to see you, Fugo.
[His voice is soft, helpless. Not quite hopeless, but close. He's trying to believe in an eventuality where Fugo will believe him, but it seems so improbable.]
I've always wanted to see you.