[She can see how poorly her admittance lands, but if there's going to be lies from her, there should be truth in equal measure. It's not like he would believe her if she'd said oh of course, she views their old enemy the exact same way he does, as if she had aspirations so lofty.

Her green eyes drift down to her lap, a frown pulling at her lips.]

He has plenty to be angry about. We took everything from him.

[To the point he can never go back home even if they did depose the gods here, not that he cares about that.]

But our situation is completely different from how it was in Italy.

[Completely and utterly different. Their priorities have shifted. Or, they have in some ways, and then there's the bad blood that yet boils under the surface. She doesn't anticipate Diavolo ever having the power he had before, but he's a vengeful person. Doppio has shown a capacity for – admittedly very small, atrophied nuance, but guiding him to act more constructively seems like a worthy endeavor. Maybe because after meeting a man without a single ounce of humanity, finding his closest confidant did have the tiniest crumb is what inspired her to do this.

But it is worrying that Doppio still simmers with hatred towards Giorno. In that way, she's sure he and Diavolo are still of one mind.]

I suppose when I think of the damage they were capable of then, what they can do here seems so small. I know it's not, but I...there's little that compares to King Crimson in my mind.

[Honestly, she would have found the monsters here far scarier if she hadn't already met one back home.]