[In that, they have similar goals, don't they? Trish believes in reaching out and connecting with Doppio, and any other so-called monster, because they're ultimately...still human. There's something there to hurt, but there's also something there to nurture, too. To cultivate as much as they can in the world they live in...that's an admirable goal, isn't it?

Although Atem is far more generous than her, she's sure. People like Lusamine and Aunamee are simply irredeemable, but they were real monsters before their bodies changed to match the ugliness inside them.

Regardless, any dour thoughts are set aside as Atem reacts almost immediately to that revelation, and not in the way she expects.

Trish blinks, staring back for a beat, before she laughs. Really laughs. It's a stupid thing to laugh about, maybe, but then...Atem has no context besides what he's seen of Diavolo! She tries to picture herself in Atem's shoes, and it only gets funnier. It must sound goddamn strange to hear this after what little he's come to know of Diavolo.

Trish waves a hand then, still curled over her knees, but her smile is impossible to miss.]

No, be as rude as you like! I've honestly wondered the same many times. But I'm living proof, so I can't really deny it, can I?

[Okay, okay. She can't keep having a chuckle over this, because her next point isn't nearly as humorous.

Still, it's something she'll tuck away. She hasn't told anyone outside of her little circle exactly because it's so morbid, but well...Atem knows Doppio is a gangster. So maybe this will help him understand why Diavolo may be an issue. It's worth sharing, considering they have the same goal.

So Trish follows up her last statement without hesitation, her smile turning watery as she continues:]

Really, I don't care if you insult him or not. That man and I have no love for each other. He'd rather I was dead.

[This could be construed two different ways, she realizes; hyperbole, or fact. She's almost curious to see where Atem lands.]