“Abbacchio?A parent figure? Could you be joking with me? He is like a gnarly uncle maybe, but not a parent, no.“
“Sure, he taught me how to defend myself. We both shared the same problem of not being able to defend ourselves with our stands, so we trained in hand-to-hand combat and shooting. He also would usually hold me back when I was displaying the worst of myself…“
“But at the end of the day he’d always make me remember just how grumpy and unreasonable he sometimes was.“
“He was really withdrawn. He would never talk too much about his past and always back seat casual conversations, even though we spent a lot of time together. He felt tense inside and I always wondered what kept him so enclosed.
I really do miss him. I wish I could get to know him better than I did.“
“And Buccellati… He…“
“He was the one who saved me. He guided me on my way to become a better person. He showed me the light of hope after I gave up on myself. He trusted me with anything, he believed in me… Believed in all of us.“
“…I guess you could say he was like a father to me. A father I’ve never had.”
