[Faustino has never told him everything, and Ciro has always accepted that.]
[To Faustino first, and then the Caro, Ciro knows he owes them everything. Without Faustino, he would have just been yet another broken child of the Estraneo, discarded into the pile of corpses they had made in their pursuit for some idea of "glory". Without the Caro Family- well, who knows? Maybe another Family would have taken them in. Maybe they'd stay wild, running away from human beings which had made themselves so untrustworthy back then. It'd be a different life, or sure, for better or worse... but Ciro has become content with it.]
[And, for years, he's been content with the fact that Faustino doesn't tell him or Al everything. That he does things on his own. It's simply a part of how he is, and why worry about it? Faustino is one of the strongest people he knows, matched only by Lancia.]
[Why worry about it. Until now.]
[Even Al doesn't buy that Faustino is alright after he was kidnapped. Ciro doesn't have to ask him about it. Unlike Faustino, secretive to his core, Al wears his heart on his sleeve, and him and Ciro have always been two different halves of a whole. Perhaps he smelled the amount of blood in the Abbandonato labs, or it's just pure animal instinct.]
[Ciro doesn't have anything like that. He just knows when he's being lied to.]
[Anything else.... For any other event, he'd let this pass. For any other place, not swathed with the overwhelming smell of medicine and blood and death.]
[He pauses at the sound of Faustino's voice, hand still curled up near the wood of the door, and takes a breath. This isn't something he's been looking forward to. In fact, more than once he's wanted to emulate Ken, and simply avoid the foul air around their friend and most beloved. But he can't run away from this. He won't. So he opens the door and steps inside, shutting it behind him.]
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[To Faustino first, and then the Caro, Ciro knows he owes them everything. Without Faustino, he would have just been yet another broken child of the Estraneo, discarded into the pile of corpses they had made in their pursuit for some idea of "glory". Without the Caro Family- well, who knows? Maybe another Family would have taken them in. Maybe they'd stay wild, running away from human beings which had made themselves so untrustworthy back then. It'd be a different life, or sure, for better or worse... but Ciro has become content with it.]
[And, for years, he's been content with the fact that Faustino doesn't tell him or Al everything. That he does things on his own. It's simply a part of how he is, and why worry about it? Faustino is one of the strongest people he knows, matched only by Lancia.]
[Why worry about it. Until now.]
[Even Al doesn't buy that Faustino is alright after he was kidnapped. Ciro doesn't have to ask him about it. Unlike Faustino, secretive to his core, Al wears his heart on his sleeve, and him and Ciro have always been two different halves of a whole. Perhaps he smelled the amount of blood in the Abbandonato labs, or it's just pure animal instinct.]
[Ciro doesn't have anything like that. He just knows when he's being lied to.]
[Anything else.... For any other event, he'd let this pass. For any other place, not swathed with the overwhelming smell of medicine and blood and death.]
[He pauses at the sound of Faustino's voice, hand still curled up near the wood of the door, and takes a breath. This isn't something he's been looking forward to. In fact, more than once he's wanted to emulate Ken, and simply avoid the foul air around their friend and most beloved. But he can't run away from this. He won't. So he opens the door and steps inside, shutting it behind him.]
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