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[grilletto]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GUIDO MISTA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** RICOCHET has joined 018.07.154.55 <RICOCHET> oh shit this thing works <RICOCHET> sweet <RICOCHET> uhhhh leave me a message i guess <RICOCHET> pretty sure that's what this is supposed to be for

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[digiorno]

[Wow, rude, with the poking. Grinning, he was on the verge of making some snappy comeback when Mista . . . did what Mista always did and saw through him completely. His smile faded slightly, and he nodded.]

I trust Bucciarati, but I can't . . . It already didn't feel right, being here without our Stands, and to know there's an enemy so close, one tied up with Diavolo at that—

[With a glance at the target, he shifted his weight, pursing his lips in a sharp frown of concentration. He wasn't hesitating because he was trying to persuade Mista of anything; most likely Mista understood his feelings better than he did himself, as was usually the case. It was about articulating himself, about putting it into words that made sense.]

I can't afford to offer someone like that the benefit of the doubt. People depend on me, even here. If there's the slightest chance that he might hurt you or Bucciarati, or anyone here who happens to get in the way, I need to be ready to deal with it. I can't stand sitting around helpless.

[Raising his eyes, he considered Mista through his lashes, not exactly smiling but also not not smiling.]

Besides, seeing you walk around without a gun seems indecent.