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Blood Ties
Giorno had saved his business for the council meeting that evening for last. Everything had gone more or less now he’d expected after that.
Chilchuck had questions. While he didn’t raise an objection of any kind, he had spent the rest of the meeting watching Giorno’s face.
Zelda had questions but they were all centered around the technicalities and how she could assist.
Evandor kept it simple, as always. “Giorno has never lead anyone astray.” He said nothing more.
And Juli…she was supportive but he knew she had questions of her own. He offered to walk the scenic route with her back to her room.
“We may not see each other much over the next week.” There was an apology and a lament in there.
Chilchuck had questions. While he didn’t raise an objection of any kind, he had spent the rest of the meeting watching Giorno’s face.
Zelda had questions but they were all centered around the technicalities and how she could assist.
Evandor kept it simple, as always. “Giorno has never lead anyone astray.” He said nothing more.
And Juli…she was supportive but he knew she had questions of her own. He offered to walk the scenic route with her back to her room.
“We may not see each other much over the next week.” There was an apology and a lament in there.
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"That's right. I was born in Genoa. I've spent my entire life in Italy...well. Almost." He took a more generous sip of his wine than before. "How does one end up on a, ah, space ship?"
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"I understand." The poverty. The desperation. Everything--it was something he hadn't even told Joseph about. "Your sister...is she here as well?"
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