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He trailed off, staring not at Fugo, but at the seats surrounding the stage. His face had gone pale, and he looked like he couldn't believe was he was seeing.
Buccellati had gone out to investigate, and come back talking about a boy he'd never mentioned before, saying that he might be one of them soon. Fugo and the others had not been able to hide their surprise.
"It's not mine. I'm still bottom rung. I don't have even have any men to call my own. Like you said, I'm low born – I'm a fisherman's son.
"Okay. Come on out, Sheila E." His voice was low, but it carried, projected like a opera singer's. For ten full seconds, there was silence. Then two figures emerged from the shadows, their movements a far cry from the intensity the home team athletes typically displayed.
Faced with the strength of Buccellati's belief, and the force behind his words, Fugo felt nothing but confusion. He had no idea what Buccellati meant by 'right'. That was a belief he had never once encountered, at any point in his life.
"You knew, didn't you? You knew Risotto and the assassins were traitors. You set them up to fight Diavolo, and didn't care which of them won." He had almost reached him now.
“I’m sure that he had no regrets. I believe he died telling his friends his last wishes. But I...unfortunately didn’t get to be a part of that circle.” She gave a gloomy smile.
"Most of the time, you can't use your power on yourself, but this guy clearly can." "Yes. And when he's flat like that, he can slip through narrow gaps, and get close to his targets. That's how he and Sale made their approach."
"Enough about the time you fought Buccellati's team. The point is, a man named Fugo was part of his team?" Zucchero whimpered something. "About the same age, then. I can't say I'd spared a single thought to him since he was expelled, but...I can see him ending up in the mob."
Didn’t she seem like the kind of person that other people considered a ‘spoiled and selfish daughter’, anyway? Bucciarati and the others who protected her were strange, and she wondered if in a way Fugo had been right in abandoning her.
Sale found it hard to believe. In the old Passione, they had been the team everyone dreamed of joining, the team that got everything they wanted, that sucked at the teat of God.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhh!" His scream faded as he left the Teatro Greco. How far would his legs take him? To the sea? To a wall? Either way, they led to death. "One down," Kocaqi said, and stood up, careful to keep the umbrella over him.
He rarely attended classes, but when he wished to be alone with his thoughts he would often come here – at least, during the night, when no students were there.
I take any one instant, and make it last forever. You will spend the rest of your life trying to regain your balance. You're trapped – never again will you be free of that sensation." "Ah...augghhhh!"
They saw nothing, felt nothing, trapped in an illusion created by their own minds, unable to perceive the world around them. It was like the town was overrun with zombies, and Vittorio was slipping through the horde. Well done, Angelica. Got them good. Now it's up to me.
"This matters to you, too, you know," Antonio said, looking concerned. "You're the one who has to bear the Volpe name, and the burdens that come with it." "I'd say what happens happens," Massimo said, a thin smile crossing his lips. "But nothing will. You know that."
I killed Kocaqi. I can't switch sides and join Volpe's team now...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Why am I even considering that!? This is stupid. This is the same thing I did last time. Thinking too much...that's why I couldn't get on the boat!
The coast of the island was lined with rocky cliffs that made landing impossible, but they used the power of their stands to ascend the sheer cliff face.
His toes digging into her belly. He'd kicked her...but that hardly does it justice. It was more of a launch. He kicked her body into the air like his legs had jet engines attached. She spun through the air, then fell...and he was waiting below.
As he fell, Fugo reached out towards her. Like videos he'd seen of skydivers linking hands. His fingers brushed against her cheek...and he grabbed it between his fingers, pinching her hard.
He had no idea what had been done or when. The gulf between their powers was so immense they barely existed in the same world. Stunned, he looked up. The boy lifted the fork to his mouth, and chewed a few times, making a face.
"And one reason for that was that he had a man who could kill a lot of enemies very quickly. According to some pretty plausible rumors, anyway. People were afraid to go after him, and he took advantage of that."
"….............." When Fugo said nothing, Mista made a show of pulling his fingers out of his ears. Sheila E followed suit with an audible pop, and stood at attention. Ready to fight at any second.
There was a gentle set to his face, but his eyes were much too sharp. Fugo had seen him before – in the photographs Murolo had shown him. "Is that –?" he stuttered. Murolo groaned, "It is. That's the leader of the narcotics team – Vladimir Kocaqi."
He sometimes wondered if the power Passione had awakened with in him had granted his brother a similar power on the other side of the world. That sort of thing often happened with relatives. Knowing him, his power would be like mine, but have more of a 'dream.'