[In some ways, having a sounding board in Giorno is like having someone like Spice Girl around again. Her Stand may be her, but it's still different to have a part of you that is also thinking and reasoning and gently guiding your thoughts where they ought to be.
Not that Giorno should have to do these things for her, but she'd be remiss if she didn't admit that he's...better equipped to deal with crises than her. She can survive them, sure, but it was never alone. She hadn't been able to escape her fate until Bruno and Giorno offered her their hands. Just like she returned the favor.
No...it would be impossible to do something so nigh insurmountable alone, and that goes for everything he's saying now. Sure, his pillow pile is comically large, but in this moment, with the way he leans back into it, it's like a soft throne for one of the softest boy-kings she knows. It's weird to know two, actually, but she holds these nickels with pride.
So she listens, her tail swaying gently behind her, and she crosses her arms. He's right, of course. She doesn't want to be the level of paranoid her father was, so much that killing him was erasing him from the world entirely. No...Giorno is right. They have to live, really live, to make their mark if nothing else. To be happy in spite of the world they've found themselves in.
Giorno...has had to do that his whole life.
So it is both surprising and not when Giorno holds out a hand to her, in all ways but physical. Because he's right, she's not beholden to his orders, she's not obligate to do anything he asks for any reason except that she wants to, and maybe...he finds that more meaningful. To have someone at his side who wants to be there that doesn't feel compelled, and who they both know is perhaps too much like him, sometime. But Giorno needs a sounding board too. Even if he is the Don of Passione, a figure that towers over her in every way, a looming shadow she can't forget because Passione nearly robbed her of what little she had left before they fought together to take back that and more. She will never be Giorno's equal...but she can work to be something closer to it, right?
As for Fugo...she saw a glimpse of that, didn't she? That Fugo's life was just as hard. And he can and will work himself to the bone without prompting.
So she meets Giorno's eyes, green versus green, as if a testament to how similar they can be underneath it all.]
...I'm not part of Passione, no. But I've always been your ally, Giorno. That's never going to change.
[She rocks back and forth on her heels.]
And I won't say anything to Fugo about this unless you do. I'm sure you know as well as I do he's already doing his best to keep us both comfortable.
[Chores, remembering the little things...Fugo does so many little things that when she thinks about them, they turn into a mountain and she's at the foothills.]
I don't want to be like Bethan or my father, either. Living in fear is not living at all, even if it gave us all the power in the world. So we'll start with ciphers tonight, and tomorrow...I'll be smarter about how I use the network. But I won't stop using it. Someone has to make sure you're behaving, hm?
[As if Giorno ever misbehaves on the network.
Still, he can definitely see the shift in her attitude. Trish with an ounce of confidence compared to a Trish that is scared and lost is a deep contrast to draw. If only she could maintain that confidence...]
But I will say I don't want to get too comfortable. I'll still be looking for a way out, and being unhappy in this place occasionally is a good reminder to do that.
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Not that Giorno should have to do these things for her, but she'd be remiss if she didn't admit that he's...better equipped to deal with crises than her. She can survive them, sure, but it was never alone. She hadn't been able to escape her fate until Bruno and Giorno offered her their hands. Just like she returned the favor.
No...it would be impossible to do something so nigh insurmountable alone, and that goes for everything he's saying now. Sure, his pillow pile is comically large, but in this moment, with the way he leans back into it, it's like a soft throne for one of the softest boy-kings she knows. It's weird to know two, actually, but she holds these nickels with pride.
So she listens, her tail swaying gently behind her, and she crosses her arms. He's right, of course. She doesn't want to be the level of paranoid her father was, so much that killing him was erasing him from the world entirely. No...Giorno is right. They have to live, really live, to make their mark if nothing else. To be happy in spite of the world they've found themselves in.
Giorno...has had to do that his whole life.
So it is both surprising and not when Giorno holds out a hand to her, in all ways but physical. Because he's right, she's not beholden to his orders, she's not obligate to do anything he asks for any reason except that she wants to, and maybe...he finds that more meaningful. To have someone at his side who wants to be there that doesn't feel compelled, and who they both know is perhaps too much like him, sometime. But Giorno needs a sounding board too. Even if he is the Don of Passione, a figure that towers over her in every way, a looming shadow she can't forget because Passione nearly robbed her of what little she had left before they fought together to take back that and more. She will never be Giorno's equal...but she can work to be something closer to it, right?
As for Fugo...she saw a glimpse of that, didn't she? That Fugo's life was just as hard. And he can and will work himself to the bone without prompting.
So she meets Giorno's eyes, green versus green, as if a testament to how similar they can be underneath it all.]
...I'm not part of Passione, no. But I've always been your ally, Giorno. That's never going to change.
[She rocks back and forth on her heels.]
And I won't say anything to Fugo about this unless you do. I'm sure you know as well as I do he's already doing his best to keep us both comfortable.
[Chores, remembering the little things...Fugo does so many little things that when she thinks about them, they turn into a mountain and she's at the foothills.]
I don't want to be like Bethan or my father, either. Living in fear is not living at all, even if it gave us all the power in the world. So we'll start with ciphers tonight, and tomorrow...I'll be smarter about how I use the network. But I won't stop using it. Someone has to make sure you're behaving, hm?
[As if Giorno ever misbehaves on the network.
Still, he can definitely see the shift in her attitude. Trish with an ounce of confidence compared to a Trish that is scared and lost is a deep contrast to draw. If only she could maintain that confidence...]
But I will say I don't want to get too comfortable. I'll still be looking for a way out, and being unhappy in this place occasionally is a good reminder to do that.