But someone like Vaan, who's anchored to the past—he never could.
"Well, let's both do our best afterward, yeah?" Georgio said lightly.
"…Yeah," Vaan replied, his voice resigned.
Georgio let himself settle into his resolve.
The sun was sinking, and only a short time remained until the fateful night arrived.
If everything went as Vaan hoped, the Assassin Guild—an organization that rivaled even the two major mafia families in control of the underworld—would be utterly destroyed tonight.
The price of taking on such a colossal enemy meant Georgio might not walk away unscathed.
And that's fine, Georgio thought.
As long as I can return to him, even if it's just my bones.
"…Wait for me, Master," he murmured softly.
Georgio's thoughts turned again to his current master, the one who now held his heart.