[It's true, imagine making fun of either of them. It wouldn't go very far.

However, Trish is easily embarrassed despite herself, if only because she is a teenager and it strikes her deep in her fragile, developing pride. She's an Italian who let herself get that tipsy, but she wanted it too...she knows this.

It helps that Mukuro doesn't ever laugh at her, or rib her for her idiosyncrasies.

Because it was a nice conversation. And Mukuro implicitly understood the privacy it entailed, since they're all the way out here to discuss the crux of it. If Trish is honest, that's what really flusters her. That someone has noticed she's been struggling, and only wants to help her manage. That's been her whole experience here, and she's still not sure how much she deserves it, but she only has to look askance to see a waiting hand. It's a lot to think about now...that she's not invisible anymore. It's both mortifying and heartening, a blend that makes her vaguely queasy.

Mukuro is so earnest too, enough that Trish's paws drop, and she looks at the werewolf almost helplessly.]

I know we've discussed it before...I suppose I'm mostly ashamed that very little has changed since the last time.

[Because Mukuro encouraged her to run, to test the limits of her new body.

But going home, it was almost too easy to fall right back into old habits. And Mukuro hadn't even known then how her fellow were was living. So she doesn't believe that Mukuro doesn't think it's a big deal. If it weren't, she wouldn't be here, right?

Trish's voice is soft, but when she speaks, she doesn't try to bury the raw parts. She owes Mukuro that much for coming all the way out here.]

It's like you said. You like what you are. I don't. And I'm not really sure I can change that.