[What a shitty time of year. It's cold out, there's snow everywhere, and it's one of those months where everything went to hell.]
I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.
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I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.