[So much is happening. Giorno understands none of it. Joseph comes around with the knife held out to him, hands him back the weapon that Giorno was going to use to stab him with. Like it's nothing. Giorno takes it, juggling Fugo's weight a bit, with numb fingers that are moving on autopilot.]

[Fugo wakes up. Fugo lost a few seconds. Giorno feels like maybe he did, too. It feels like King Crimson all over again--everything is skipping. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand, and he has to. That's his whole job.]

I . . .

[Some water in the back or something. That guy is going to get water? Why . . .]

[He shakes his head. Looks down at Fugo, tries to focus.]

We're safe. We're okay. [It's kind of true.] The gate is down. Ah--the guy who picked you up, he's . . . getting you some water. [It's painfully obvious how little he understands.]