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[epitaffio]

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trish forgetting about her truce to throw a tantrum at Doppio instead

[figlia_morbida]

[Trish wants to bash her fists on her keyboard.

Maybe Doppio's not pretending, but he's very good at ignoring what's right in front of him. He's missing pieces, sure, big ones, but she has thin patience and no interest in closing the gap for him at the moment.

Irritation wins out.]

Your boss.

Your boss is right there.

You tell me how you don't remember anything until you "met him", and somehow he's not a starting point? I know he doesn't care about anything but himself, and I could almost be sympathetic if you were somehow too afraid to ask before coming here. Asking questions got people killed, I recall.

Regardless, I still can't imagine standing there and not goddamn wondering what kind of person I was to get the trust of a man so vile in the first place. Then again, it's got to be exactly because you never stop to think about anything deeper than a puddle that he finds your company so appealing.

Go to hell, Doppio.

WEEPS

[epitaffio]

Fine.

I don't care.

[For some reason, those words sit in the pit of his stomach more uncomfortably than anything Trish has accused him of lying about.]

It's all over anyway.
Have a good life.

[He's never had a family. He doesn't need a family. He's never needed anything more than what he already has. So, why is this...?

What the hell is he thinking?

This is for the best. If the Boss knew how badly she's fucked with his head, he's not sure even the truce would save her.]