[Trish can't claim to always do what's harder just because it's right. Sometimes the right thing is just easier than the alternative, or makes more rational sense to her. Sometimes she's a coward too. But she was raised by someone who was as human as anyone, flawed but stronger for it, perhaps. Donatella talked about the past often not to be wistful, but to remind Trish things don't pop out of the ether, and important people come and go, regardless of their impact on your life. Of course, Trish retreats just as well as her father does from the things that make her uncomfortable and unhappy, but...
She can't fathom hating the past so much she doesn't acknowledge any part of it.
No, the past is full of happy memories up until it isn't, and it informs everything about who she is regardless of how she feels about it. So Doppio's entire frame of existence is impossible for her to conceptualize. In Doppio's mind, he has no past until he becomes the underboss. That's all he is and all he wants to be. It's such a small box when she scrolls back to reread his replies, she can see him actively restructuring everything she says in a way he can comprehend in his narrow vision of the world.
He can sit there and believe he and the Boss were always separate people, but she knows that can't possibly be true. Between Polnareff's best guess and Cervo's inception as points of reference, there's nowhere else for Doppio to exist prior except in Solido Naso's shoes.
So his apology is strange, not to mention infuriating. He can't possibly care about upsetting her, especially over something like this, where her feelings matter little in the face of his comfort. If it's true of Diavolo, it ought to be true of Doppio too.]
You're lying to yourself as much as you're lying to me, for a given value of lying.
You can sit there and construct convenient truths forever about why it's perfectly sensible for you to sit in the shadow he casts and never ever stray further, like it's all you ever had and it's all you'll ever need, just like I can sit here and wonder how anyone could possibly live like an appendage and be satisfied.
It drives me mad, really. I've clearly thought much harder about your past than you yourself ever bothered to.
Which means I don't need you to acknowledge any part of this to make what I've learned more real. I know what I was told, and unlike you, she had no reason to lie to me.
:3c also [eyes] at that line about rebuilding from ashes
She can't fathom hating the past so much she doesn't acknowledge any part of it.
No, the past is full of happy memories up until it isn't, and it informs everything about who she is regardless of how she feels about it. So Doppio's entire frame of existence is impossible for her to conceptualize. In Doppio's mind, he has no past until he becomes the underboss. That's all he is and all he wants to be. It's such a small box when she scrolls back to reread his replies, she can see him actively restructuring everything she says in a way he can comprehend in his narrow vision of the world.
He can sit there and believe he and the Boss were always separate people, but she knows that can't possibly be true. Between Polnareff's best guess and Cervo's inception as points of reference, there's nowhere else for Doppio to exist prior except in Solido Naso's shoes.
So his apology is strange, not to mention infuriating. He can't possibly care about upsetting her, especially over something like this, where her feelings matter little in the face of his comfort. If it's true of Diavolo, it ought to be true of Doppio too.]
You're lying to yourself as much as you're lying to me, for a given value of lying.
You can sit there and construct convenient truths forever about why it's perfectly sensible for you to sit in the shadow he casts and never ever stray further, like it's all you ever had and it's all you'll ever need, just like I can sit here and wonder how anyone could possibly live like an appendage and be satisfied.
It drives me mad, really. I've clearly thought much harder about your past than you yourself ever bothered to.
Which means I don't need you to acknowledge any part of this to make what I've learned more real. I know what I was told, and unlike you, she had no reason to lie to me.
So, go ahead.
Live your truth.
Just know it's as flimsy as your spine.