[Trish is quiet as Atem explains, watching the ripples in the water, their shifting reflections warped and stretched on the water's surface. That which is not real and can never be real, while Atem talks about something that was just as illusory, but felt so real to him he's still holding fast to it when the grain of truth that inspired it has yet to be proven otherwise.

And...she bites the inside of her cheek to hide any visible reaction, but there it is again. That name Doppio shouldn't have, but does. Solido. That almost certainly makes Doppio's ties to that name much stronger, doesn't it? Even in a dream world, he was called Solido. When he was a little boy, he was called Solido. Just as Atem fell into old memories to recreate the little boy he used to be, that means it's true, isn't it?

Solido is Doppio's name, not Diavolo's.

Something prompts her to look up, some movement in the corner of her vision, and she meets Atem's smile with an expression that is both thoughtful and torn.]

...I think so too. Doppio isn't a good person, but he has the capacity to be better. Giorno doesn't believe that, and I don't blame him for feeling that way in the least, but I'm like you. I've seen a glimpse of Doppio when he's better.

[She offers Atem a tentative smile.]

Just like you have a lifetime of memories where he was nothing but kind to you. Though I also have to ask...doesn't it bother you to have fake memories dictate how you feel?

[The false memories...she wonders how many people found a connection with others through Daniel's other world. Was Giorno one of them? He must have been.]

I'm sure they must have felt real, but I'd struggle when the person I thought I knew is only a little like the one I grew close to.