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"That's a bit cruel, Bucciarati." Craning your attention towards Trish as she spoke a subtle frown had broken out across her lips, "He didn't even ask Narancia if he was okay or not. Not to mention, earlier, when you were trying desperately to get up from the boat, what did he say?" Drifting her eyes from the ground towards the black haired teen her hands curled around the fabric of her skirt. "He coldly ordered you to throw the turtle."

Turning his head towards the pink haired girl, purple hues trailed up to meet with hers, "What are you so mad about? Of course he said that, I was the one who went down onto the boat. It's good that we made it out alive but because of me, we almost died."

Although you understood where he was coming front the point Trish made did strike a chord with you. You knew the general welfare of the team was what was most important, but you also didn't really like to ponder over how those types of decisions were made.

"Besides, if Bucciarati hadn't told me to throw the turtle, I might've dropped it into the ocean."

"I know that! What I'm saying is that he's cold to everyone." Having bounced your eyes between the two, you could see that neither understood what the other was saying. Which led to you voicing your own thoughts on the situation.

"Trish, I think you need to keep an open mind on what Bruno does. I mean, he carries the weight of the whole team on his shoulders and making decisions like that aren't always the easiest." Speaking softly and pulling your legs in to rest your chin on them you shifted back leaning against one of Abbacchio's legs. The man in question choosing to entirely ignore the current conversation and stare up through the glass ceiling.

"But that still doesn't excuse how he acts!" Standing strongly by what she said a frustrated breath left the girl.

Moving his gaze away from you back to Trish, Narancia blinked slowly a few times. "Say...I don't really understand how girls feel, but...were you hoping he would ask if you were okay? I already know how Bucciarati is, but you're dying to know more about him."

"Excuse me? I'm dying to what?"

"Well, getting to Rome is what's most important right now." His words slowly faded off into a mumble as he rolled in place turning so that his back was facing the rest of the room. "You can figure it out later. I'm not doing so great right now. Let me rest for a bit."

Trish's expression softened upon hearing the last bit, her counter argument faded out of existence and what you could only assume was a disappointed sigh left her lips.

The whole mission was stressful and it seemed as though the stress was beginning to get to everyone. No words came to mind to settle any tension the girl had instead opting to fiddle with the helm of your pants.

The commotion outside filtered in mutedly, Bruno's and Mista's yells were muffled and nothing shown through the glass ceiling gave enough information as to what was happening. Leading you to hope that everything was alright.

"So..from what we're hearing it seems like there's two stand users?" Hesitantly bringing up a new topic you drummed your fingers against the fabric of your pants wary of the assumption as well as the new information of there being two users. The last few that were encountered were clever, quick witted and had nearly everything planned out. Which led to you assuming this next duo would be similar in that sense.

"Seems like it," Letting out a noise in agreement Abbacchio's attention remained above, only really piecing together as much as you could. "We know that one had the mold ability whereas the other I'm not sure of. But we can assume their abilities pair together hand in hand."

"Those bastards."

Nodding in agreement at what he'd said your eyes trailed towards Trish finding her lost in thought. A few guesses of what she was thinking about came to mind but you weren't about to interrupt her train of thought. Unlike Trish, Giorno had begun pacing around the room, eyes flickering between the glass and ground as though he was trying to catch a better view at what was happening.

The darkened night sky and dimly lit buildings outside switched off to show a single grey coloured fabric ceiling. Something you'd likely find in a car or vehicle as opposed to anything else.

"Mista's injured." Giorno's statement caught your attention right away and your brows knitted together in concern.

"He's injured?" Repeating what he'd said you made a move to stand before the blond held out a hand halting you from doing so.

"I'll go and patch him up. It's safer if you stay here." Insisting on that he could make out a protest itching to leave your lips, though the reassuring hand of Abbacchio resting on your shoulder halted any objections.

Giving a nod in appreciation towards the man behind you, Giorno exiting the turtle right after. A long sigh left you upon watching the blond leave, you knew he could take care of things but there was a part of you that wished to check on them yourself.

"I wonder how close to the colosseum we are now."

Hearing you murmur that out Abbacchio let out a hum leaning farther back into the sofa, his lips were pressed into a line while his arms folded overtop one another. "I'd say not too far, but I also can't really tell what's happening up there."

Agreeing with his comment you let out a deep sigh, your eyes trailed towards Trish seeing that she'd pulled up a chair beside where Narancia slept. The pink haired girl momentarily checking over the still healing portions of his arm, still lost in thought.

"Yeah, I mean we can only really see what's happening above the turtle. Nothing else." Puffing out your cheeks in subtle annoyance you ran a hand through your hair. "And listening to stuff from in here isn't too easy. Everything's muddled if it's not yelled or spoken directly overtop either."

Clicking his tongue at what you'd said the pale haired man right away understood what you were getting at. He knew you were just itching to get out there and help to whatever extent you could, you were just selfless like that. Even if there was a high chance that you could get injured or worse, you'd still jumped into action.

"Well, I'm sure they're doing fine." Although he was trying his best to reassure you, the sounds coming from outside and the shouting quickly overshadowed his words going against what he initially said.

"Mista! Hurry up and call the Bullets back! Undo your stand ability!" The shouts of Giorno rang out as clear as day, urgency was evident in his tone leading you to assume something bad was happening.

Turning her head at the call and right away focusing her attention on where you sat, Trish could see how hyper focused you were on the situation outside, the gears in your head beginning to turn. "(Y/N)." Both herself and Abbacchio could tell you were seconds away from springing into action. The twitch of your hands upon hearing the blond speak and the way your eyes trailed towards the chair used as an exit was enough of a tall tale sign.

"(Y/N), don't even think about it." Right away stating that upon seeing you ignore Trish, Abbacchio eyed you seeing your shoulders square out in response to his words. "It's dangerous."

Biting the inside of your cheek and contemplating your next course of action, whatever the two had said fell upon deaf ears. You already knew it would be dangerous and that there was a high change that you'd get hurt,

But that didn't stop you from jumping out of your spot darting towards the exit chair, both Trish's and Abbacchio's calls went ignored.

You weren't just going to sit around and do nothing.

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