[Oh, good. Fugo has accepted his fate. That's reassuring, at least; even if his priorities are wrong and misaligned in other ways, at least he knows to trust Giorno. That's for the best. There's a lot of information to exchange, and Fugo will have to trust him wholeheartedly.]

[It was stupid, probably, to expect anything but that. Again, his expression softens.]

I know you will.

[Fugo always pays such careful attention. The two of them are the same that way. He squeezes Fugo's hand again and starts . . . where he has to start, really. With a sigh, and the basic, incomprehensible truth.]

It's just the two of us. No one else. Polnareff was here, but then he . . . went to another team.

[Allegedly. Giorno's brow furrows, discontented with this reasoning, but--he doesn't have anything else to work with, so this is the explanation he's got for the moment.]

Mista was never here.