[Trish watches him for a long, long moment. Debating, turning her words over in her head and on her tongue.
Diavolo isn't far.
But even he doesn't seem to think anything of letting her and Doppio coexist, as long as she doesn't mention Cervo aloud. Which...this isn't about Cervo at all, so it ought to be permissible, right?
Still, she leans forward, her mouth working around the words, and says in a voice that is so soft it makes her sound so unlike herself. No moxie, no bite, only an open heart.]
Why...did you call out to her if she's a stranger to you?
[Trish doesn't clarify who she means. He ought to know. Sure, he knows that name for many reasons, but she can't forget how he called Donatella's name – in a way that was shortened, familiar.
It was a stark contrast to all the people who never stayed in her memories long enough to use either her name or her mother's.]
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Diavolo isn't far.
But even he doesn't seem to think anything of letting her and Doppio coexist, as long as she doesn't mention Cervo aloud. Which...this isn't about Cervo at all, so it ought to be permissible, right?
Still, she leans forward, her mouth working around the words, and says in a voice that is so soft it makes her sound so unlike herself. No moxie, no bite, only an open heart.]
Why...did you call out to her if she's a stranger to you?
[Trish doesn't clarify who she means. He ought to know. Sure, he knows that name for many reasons, but she can't forget how he called Donatella's name – in a way that was shortened, familiar.
It was a stark contrast to all the people who never stayed in her memories long enough to use either her name or her mother's.]