[There is a long, quiet moment where Fugo doesn't say anything. He just stares at Giorno's face, the corners of his mouth turned down in a worried frown, searching for something. Dishonesty, mostly. Any signs of reluctance, or regret. No matter how long he looks, he can't find a single sign of those feelings. Giorno, with his quickly-shifting moods and subtle expressions, is never a simple person to read. But he thinks he's gotten better at it.]
As ready as I'll ever be. [He bites the inside of his cheek. He finally looks away from Giorno's face, down to where Giorno has taken hold of his hand.] ... mostly, I just want to get it over with.
[It feels like the wrong thing to say, given what they're about to do. But it's true. At this point, as worried and anxious as he is about it, Fugo just wants it to be over done with.]
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As ready as I'll ever be. [He bites the inside of his cheek. He finally looks away from Giorno's face, down to where Giorno has taken hold of his hand.] ... mostly, I just want to get it over with.
[It feels like the wrong thing to say, given what they're about to do. But it's true. At this point, as worried and anxious as he is about it, Fugo just wants it to be over done with.]