[That's naive, whispers a voice in Giorno's mind. It doesn't belong to any devil on his shoulder--it's just his own voice, saying what he already knew he believed. There's no point in trying to save them, that's what his exhausted mind is telling him. There's no point. You can't save the dead.]
[But he knows, too, that there are factors working here that aren't at all related to the reality of the situation. He wasn't like this in Perdition's Rest, even though the chances of success were realistically lower there and the people's brains were already dead.]
[He's not in his right mind. He's exhausted. He's been panicked from not having ready access to food, and the potential for Fugo to get hurt, and the potential for Fugo to hurt. And what he knows is: they can't argue. He can't take a hard stance. Find the middle way. Be a leader. And soon enough his time will come.]
[His voice is soft, when it comes, though his eyes are glassy with fatigue and stress.]
Would the security of an abandoned warehouse be enough, perhaps?
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[But he knows, too, that there are factors working here that aren't at all related to the reality of the situation. He wasn't like this in Perdition's Rest, even though the chances of success were realistically lower there and the people's brains were already dead.]
[He's not in his right mind. He's exhausted. He's been panicked from not having ready access to food, and the potential for Fugo to get hurt, and the potential for Fugo to hurt. And what he knows is: they can't argue. He can't take a hard stance. Find the middle way. Be a leader. And soon enough his time will come.]
[His voice is soft, when it comes, though his eyes are glassy with fatigue and stress.]
Would the security of an abandoned warehouse be enough, perhaps?