[ He's struggling. He's suffering. It's so funny she could almost laugh. She has memories, of Souda, and Mukuro, explaining despair where they were from, and Riley, she never got it. But this Riley, she thinks she does. It feels so good, to drink this in. It's beautiful. It's powerful.
But she can't laugh. No, she keeps "crying," pulls away from the laptop for a moment, as if she's trying to collect herself—then gets right up, right close. ]
He robbed him?! He's- out there, with Giorno's things?! [ Smart. She did the same, taking the keys to Riley's places of employment, her apartment, the ribbon she left home with that day. ] How- how long...has he been- has that thing been- walking around as him?!
[ How long did it take them to find Giorno? Did his double leave him on their doorstep? How long did Fugo not know? How long, how long, how long? Innocent questions from a distressed friend, the best kind to twist the knife. ]
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But she can't laugh. No, she keeps "crying," pulls away from the laptop for a moment, as if she's trying to collect herself—then gets right up, right close. ]
He robbed him?! He's- out there, with Giorno's things?! [ Smart. She did the same, taking the keys to Riley's places of employment, her apartment, the ribbon she left home with that day. ] How- how long...has he been- has that thing been- walking around as him?!
[ How long did it take them to find Giorno? Did his double leave him on their doorstep? How long did Fugo not know? How long, how long, how long? Innocent questions from a distressed friend, the best kind to twist the knife. ]