Lucky Dog 1 translations 07 Giulio route 02
Part 3: Daivan
|Giulio: What it is … to be a Mafioso?|
Facing me, Giulio cocks his to the side as usual.
|Giulio: …I do not know.|
That was fast…
|Giulio: …My … apologies. I cannot be of help.|
|Gian: Oh, no. I, uh, just wanted to give asking a shot.|
Though I’d figured I’d at least get some kind of hint or something.
|Giulio: I am a soldato. Of the captains, I am the only one. Even now, that is my role…|
|Gian: So? What about it?|
|Giulio: …What I strive for … is different from the other captains.|
|Giulio: If you question a captain besides me … perhaps you may find your desired answer, Signor Gian…|
Maybe he’s thinking that him being a soldier leaves him an outsider. Seeing Giulio say it calmly like that, seeing that attitude of his, though, somehow really pisses me off.
|Gian: I wanted to hear your answer. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked.|
My emotions color my voice. Surprised, Giulio looks back at me confusedly.
|Giulio: My apologies. Have I … offended you?|
|Gian: No. Not really.|
As Giulio falls into thought, his expression slightly shifts.
|Gian: What’s up?|
|Giulio: …I remembered. In the past, when there was a conversation about the Cosa Nostra…|
For a second, Giulio’s eyes slide downwards, away from me.
|Giulio: …there was a person who stated, ‘The Mafia are those who dirty their hands in other’s stead.’|
|Giulio: I remember easily accepting this answer at the time. I do not know … if it will help you in your question, but…|
|Gian: ‘Those who dirty their hands in other’s stead,’ huh…|
Everyone in the family is dirty, violates the law in some shape or form – whether you be soldier or not.
We dirty ourselves for our own sakes and for the sakes of the ordinary citizens living in the city seeking our protection.
|Gian: Hmm? That’s pretty easy to understand.|
I feel like I got a response close to what I was looking for and my mood improves again.
I was right to ask Giulio.
|Gian: Who told you that?|
Maybe it was the Boss? …Huh? I think I see Giulio’s eyes flash cold for an instant.
|Giulio: …It was … my master.|