[ When Bucciarati calls out, his voice doesn't carry nearly as much as he'd have expected it to, and that alone is what has him calling Moody Blues out. While the water continues to soak into his clothes and splash up around him, slowing him down, Moody Blues appears a little ahead of him, already moving in the direction of Bucciarati, the water seemingly doing little to impede their route.
His Stand reaches Bucciarati in no time at all, but without much to work with, the best they're able to do is grasp onto Bucciarati's bicep in an attempt to keep him from sinking even deeper into the shadow, maybe apply some leverage so that the arm itself can be freed from the shadows coalescing beneath the water. When Abbacchio reaches them, he practically slides to a stop in the water, dropping to his knees so they're at eye level. ]
We're getting you out of here.
[ He says it with such conviction, there's no chance in hell he's leaving here without Bucciarati — either they walk out together or they both get consumed by the shadow, and he's not allowing himself to think about that possibility for a second. With some finagling, and with Moody Blues moving around to stand behind Bucciarati, he's able to hook an arm under Bucciarati's, ignoring the icy cold that immediately chills his skin as he does. Over his shoulder, he looks towards Sticky Fingers, then back. ]
You've got enough left in you for this, surely?
[ It comes out almost like a taunt, trying to goad Bucciarati into expending what little strength he has left, because as much as he wishes he could, he doesn't think he can manage from this angle alone. ]
its been......... ONE WEEK (sowry)
His Stand reaches Bucciarati in no time at all, but without much to work with, the best they're able to do is grasp onto Bucciarati's bicep in an attempt to keep him from sinking even deeper into the shadow, maybe apply some leverage so that the arm itself can be freed from the shadows coalescing beneath the water. When Abbacchio reaches them, he practically slides to a stop in the water, dropping to his knees so they're at eye level. ]
We're getting you out of here.
[ He says it with such conviction, there's no chance in hell he's leaving here without Bucciarati — either they walk out together or they both get consumed by the shadow, and he's not allowing himself to think about that possibility for a second. With some finagling, and with Moody Blues moving around to stand behind Bucciarati, he's able to hook an arm under Bucciarati's, ignoring the icy cold that immediately chills his skin as he does. Over his shoulder, he looks towards Sticky Fingers, then back. ]
You've got enough left in you for this, surely?
[ It comes out almost like a taunt, trying to goad Bucciarati into expending what little strength he has left, because as much as he wishes he could, he doesn't think he can manage from this angle alone. ]