[It is an extremely Giorno room. After the talk they had, she's been conscious to look for...what makes Giorno, well, Giorno. The little unspoken things.
It's not much of a distraction, letting her eyes roam around his room to focus on bits and baubles, but it keeps her from staring at Giorno with her expression so open. So did the pacing, but overall both strategies are a poor distraction from the fact she's been very obviously rattled by this.
Which she hates, but this isn't a problem where determination wins out. This is something that requires a measured approach, and she'd been content to just...not think about the gods. They were a part of the scenery, literally, but that's the bastard thing about them, isn't it? They're omnipresent in every possible way. Pretending they aren't is...stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
His comment almost earns a bitter laugh from her. Mukuro fit his image of those swayed by the Fog, maybe, but Signore Javert? Absolutely not. It's splitting hairs though, because he's essentially right. The gods are here to present the illusion of choice.]
Then neither perspective matters at all.
[Trish grouses, and would go back to pacing, perhaps, but Giorno drops that on her.
Slowly, she tilts her head at him.]
...I know what they are. [...] That's probably not encouraging.
[She's willing to learn, at least. Where are you going with this, Giovanna?]
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It's not much of a distraction, letting her eyes roam around his room to focus on bits and baubles, but it keeps her from staring at Giorno with her expression so open. So did the pacing, but overall both strategies are a poor distraction from the fact she's been very obviously rattled by this.
Which she hates, but this isn't a problem where determination wins out. This is something that requires a measured approach, and she'd been content to just...not think about the gods. They were a part of the scenery, literally, but that's the bastard thing about them, isn't it? They're omnipresent in every possible way. Pretending they aren't is...stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
His comment almost earns a bitter laugh from her. Mukuro fit his image of those swayed by the Fog, maybe, but Signore Javert? Absolutely not. It's splitting hairs though, because he's essentially right. The gods are here to present the illusion of choice.]
Then neither perspective matters at all.
[Trish grouses, and would go back to pacing, perhaps, but Giorno drops that on her.
Slowly, she tilts her head at him.]
...I know what they are. [...] That's probably not encouraging.
[She's willing to learn, at least. Where are you going with this, Giovanna?]