[Not nearly as simple as that, and on some level Giovanni knows it, feels it pressing against his consciousness despite his weak sense of self-awareness. More and more, bit by incremental bit, he's felt himself wanting to be less at odds with those around him here, to try to do what they want of him rather than what he's been conditioned to do. It's not as though he's ever quite belonged anywhere, and even whilst some significant part of him niggles and nags at the back of his mind, telling him he ought not to fit anywhere but back there, do only what She'd want him to do, there's a growing sense in him that perhaps this is his pack now, and - almost - he wants it to be. ]
Perhaps not.
[Is all he says. A vague kind of acknowledgement as he begins to walk back in the direction of George's body. But it's an acknowledgement nonetheless.]
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Perhaps not.
[Is all he says. A vague kind of acknowledgement as he begins to walk back in the direction of George's body. But it's an acknowledgement nonetheless.]