[ The reply comes too quick in his attempt to reassure.
Abbacchio is exactly as he should be, whole and in one piece, everything all accounted for. He feels no different to how he had before his whole world had effectively been turned upside down. The saving grace, at least, is that they don't need to have that conversation — eventually they will, that's unavoidable — but not right now, not here. He meets Bucciarati's gaze, equally stone faced.
Had he failed? Is it his fault that Bucciarati is standing in front of him now? The replay wasn't quite finished, he'd tried, but… Beside him, Moody Blues is peering ahead at Bucciarati with a face as expressionless as Abbacchio's, that ever present hum that accompanies their presence growing faster. They turn their head to their user, and then there's a shimmer in the air as they're quietly dismissed. ]
No, I'm perfectly fine.
[ There's more to this, he knows, but for now he won't press. Bucciarati is here and he looks okay. If that's what he wants Abbacchio to believe, then he will, no questions asked. Unless it becomes evident that there's a more serious issue at hand, he'll do as he always has and put his trust in Bucciarati's judgement and remain like a dark shadow behind his shoulder. Other matters are more urgent, such as finding their way out of here. ]
We should find a way out, this place is like a maze and traversal is impossible— [ he points to Sticky Fingers, ] almost.
[ Maybe it's presumptuous of him to rely on a Stand that isn't his own, but Bucciarati has managed to get them out of worse situations before now. ]
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[ The reply comes too quick in his attempt to reassure.
Abbacchio is exactly as he should be, whole and in one piece, everything all accounted for. He feels no different to how he had before his whole world had effectively been turned upside down. The saving grace, at least, is that they don't need to have that conversation — eventually they will, that's unavoidable — but not right now, not here. He meets Bucciarati's gaze, equally stone faced.
Had he failed? Is it his fault that Bucciarati is standing in front of him now? The replay wasn't quite finished, he'd tried, but… Beside him, Moody Blues is peering ahead at Bucciarati with a face as expressionless as Abbacchio's, that ever present hum that accompanies their presence growing faster. They turn their head to their user, and then there's a shimmer in the air as they're quietly dismissed. ]
No, I'm perfectly fine.
[ There's more to this, he knows, but for now he won't press. Bucciarati is here and he looks okay. If that's what he wants Abbacchio to believe, then he will, no questions asked. Unless it becomes evident that there's a more serious issue at hand, he'll do as he always has and put his trust in Bucciarati's judgement and remain like a dark shadow behind his shoulder. Other matters are more urgent, such as finding their way out of here. ]
We should find a way out, this place is like a maze and traversal is impossible— [ he points to Sticky Fingers, ] almost.
[ Maybe it's presumptuous of him to rely on a Stand that isn't his own, but Bucciarati has managed to get them out of worse situations before now. ]