[If Doppio asked, maybe he would get his answers. But would he want them?
Because it's really no surprise that Sardinia and her father were a common topic. Was Trish curious? Not at first. Not until she realized lots of kids happened to have fathers and mysteriously, hers was absent! It didn't bother her, since she couldn't miss what she never had, but it was a curious thing.
Are dads important? Do I even have one? Where did he go? What did he look like? Was he pretty or ugly?
All very pertinent questions. And Trish remembers these questions, if only because Donatella laughed so very much over her daughter's blunt attitude and was happy to poke fun at her when she was old enough to be embarrassed about it.
But that's about as far as Trish's concern went. However, she knew how wistful her mother was over the man who vanished – leaving nothing behind except his name and a daughter who looked so much like him. How could she ever forget?
Sardinia was a fond story because there were no regrets, ultimately. Even if her mother's fate was unkind, it wasn't nearly as cruel as it could have been if she had been inclined to pursue the name of Solido Naso sooner.
So Doppio's question has an easy answer, and Trish's eyes regain their focus, glinting green.]
No.
[Curt, but not unkind.]
I'll admit the context behind it is very different now, but I will always associate it with her and not him. He can't erase that.
[It's simple, you know? The two months of hell she endured feel small compared to the fifteen years she was happy at home, with a mother who not once ever made her feel unwanted.]
The thought hits Doppio and the reasoning only follows moments later. He's relieved because that means the picture will serve its purpose. If it were only a reminder of the Boss's deeds, then... it'd be counterproductive, wouldn't it? Instead of showing that he's willing to make allowances, he'd only be... making her feel more resentful, or something like that. And if Trish's resentment outgrows her desire to be left alone, then he and the Boss are in trouble.
Yeah. That's why he's relieved.]
I-I should get going, then.
[Likewise, there's nothing strange about his suddenly impending departure. They're done here, so he has no reason to stick around.
[Trish doesn't know how to take this gesture of his, not really.
The only thing she recognizes for certain is that the knowledge that this picture contains...probably only really means something to her, anymore. The power it had over Diavolo has been reduced to ash. It means nothing to Doppio.
So giving it to her is more symbolic, than anything. It offers her no real advantages, and if anything, could be intended to make her more pliable to any requests on their end going forward.
But Donatella's easy smile opposes her own frown, and she remembers being kind and willing to bend is not weakness. Being kind and flexible is what allowed her mother to live no regrets. Being kind is the only recourse for a place like this, where revenge can mean total destruction in a way death itself no longer can.
Trish is only dimly aware of Doppio leaving, and she doesn't look away from the photo as she murmurs:]
Thank you.
[It's impossible for him not to hear her, not when they're both monsters with senses as strong as theirs.
But she won't force him to engage with it. Her words will hang where she leaves them.]
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Because it's really no surprise that Sardinia and her father were a common topic. Was Trish curious? Not at first. Not until she realized lots of kids happened to have fathers and mysteriously, hers was absent! It didn't bother her, since she couldn't miss what she never had, but it was a curious thing.
Are dads important? Do I even have one? Where did he go? What did he look like? Was he pretty or ugly?
All very pertinent questions. And Trish remembers these questions, if only because Donatella laughed so very much over her daughter's blunt attitude and was happy to poke fun at her when she was old enough to be embarrassed about it.
But that's about as far as Trish's concern went. However, she knew how wistful her mother was over the man who vanished – leaving nothing behind except his name and a daughter who looked so much like him. How could she ever forget?
Sardinia was a fond story because there were no regrets, ultimately. Even if her mother's fate was unkind, it wasn't nearly as cruel as it could have been if she had been inclined to pursue the name of Solido Naso sooner.
So Doppio's question has an easy answer, and Trish's eyes regain their focus, glinting green.]
No.
[Curt, but not unkind.]
I'll admit the context behind it is very different now, but I will always associate it with her and not him. He can't erase that.
[It's simple, you know? The two months of hell she endured feel small compared to the fifteen years she was happy at home, with a mother who not once ever made her feel unwanted.]
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The thought hits Doppio and the reasoning only follows moments later. He's relieved because that means the picture will serve its purpose. If it were only a reminder of the Boss's deeds, then... it'd be counterproductive, wouldn't it? Instead of showing that he's willing to make allowances, he'd only be... making her feel more resentful, or something like that. And if Trish's resentment outgrows her desire to be left alone, then he and the Boss are in trouble.
Yeah. That's why he's relieved.]
I-I should get going, then.
[Likewise, there's nothing strange about his suddenly impending departure. They're done here, so he has no reason to stick around.
Or to keep thinking about this.]
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The only thing she recognizes for certain is that the knowledge that this picture contains...probably only really means something to her, anymore. The power it had over Diavolo has been reduced to ash. It means nothing to Doppio.
So giving it to her is more symbolic, than anything. It offers her no real advantages, and if anything, could be intended to make her more pliable to any requests on their end going forward.
But Donatella's easy smile opposes her own frown, and she remembers being kind and willing to bend is not weakness. Being kind and flexible is what allowed her mother to live no regrets. Being kind is the only recourse for a place like this, where revenge can mean total destruction in a way death itself no longer can.
Trish is only dimly aware of Doppio leaving, and she doesn't look away from the photo as she murmurs:]
Thank you.
[It's impossible for him not to hear her, not when they're both monsters with senses as strong as theirs.
But she won't force him to engage with it. Her words will hang where she leaves them.]