[Trish could laugh – not at Giorno, nor herself, but just at how completely removed she is from her feelings about what happened.
When she remembers Bucciarati, Narancia, Abbacchio...her heart aches. Maybe it's because she was brought here months after it happened, to the point it started to feel surreal, like a waking nightmare. Her mother was dead, she had a Stand at her side, and somewhere in the underworld, Giorno was reshaping Italy from its seedy underbelly up.
The only stake she had in it was surviving, for awhile. And then it was doing the right thing, becoming a little more like those boys. And they won. And now they're here, and what those boys fought and died for is worlds away.
Trish uncrosses her arms, hands settling on her thighs as she exhales a careful breath.]
Maybe not in the same way that you are.
[She's not sure how that will sound to him, but it's the truth. Everything is different here...otherwise, he ought to remember how she panicked when she thought Diavolo had escaped into the canal.
But here? She feels hollow. She sees Doppio, and sees a sad, pathetic man. Until she thinks of the boys, and a fear thought dead comes creeping back. That's the only thing that gives them any power over her, still.]
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When she remembers Bucciarati, Narancia, Abbacchio...her heart aches. Maybe it's because she was brought here months after it happened, to the point it started to feel surreal, like a waking nightmare. Her mother was dead, she had a Stand at her side, and somewhere in the underworld, Giorno was reshaping Italy from its seedy underbelly up.
The only stake she had in it was surviving, for awhile. And then it was doing the right thing, becoming a little more like those boys. And they won. And now they're here, and what those boys fought and died for is worlds away.
Trish uncrosses her arms, hands settling on her thighs as she exhales a careful breath.]
Maybe not in the same way that you are.
[She's not sure how that will sound to him, but it's the truth. Everything is different here...otherwise, he ought to remember how she panicked when she thought Diavolo had escaped into the canal.
But here? She feels hollow. She sees Doppio, and sees a sad, pathetic man. Until she thinks of the boys, and a fear thought dead comes creeping back. That's the only thing that gives them any power over her, still.]