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[epitaffio]

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shoosh paps you

[figlia_morbida]

[That's not true at all.

Trish remembers it well, if only because she wasn't looking at Doppio. The way he called out when Donatella suddenly collapsed, and the way he referred to her...were things that didn't involve Trish in any way other than it was her living memory Doppio was caught in.

There was no one else to shout her name in concern the day that happened besides Trish herself, she remembers. Even if the memory muddled it into a space between the past and present, forcing Donatella to drop to her knees in the train station of a distant memory when they were at home when that particular event happened...no, Doppio called out to Donatella then not as a tool, but because he's an inextricable part of Diavolo and recognized her, whether he'd like to or not.

She could fight him on it harder than she actually does, but with Diavolo mere meters away, Trish can only offer Doppio an expression that is decidedly sour where it was smooth and impassive before.]

...Hmph. That's not how I remember it.

[He can't...even bother to pretend he was at least a little concerned about a woman he barely knew collapsing? Which is as hysterical as it is sad, because any reasonable person would be concerned to see a total stranger collapse. As always, there has to be a means to an end, otherwise the implication that he has the capacity to give a damn would rear its head, and we can't have that, can we?]

I suppose a more pertinent question would have been to ask why you bothered trying to "get through to me" to begin with, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with me either.

[Punctuated with a withering stare.

Doppio doesn't care about her, so it only stands to reason he only helped her because of some other imaginary rationale he made up. The specter of Giorno Giovanna coming to haunt him or something like that.]

OUGH

[epitaffio]

[How much did Trish remember, anyway? When Doppio thinks back to that nightmarish landscape, he can barely keep the order of events straight in his mind, and he wasn't even the one who was lost in it. If he'd been in her place, he's not sure he'd remember any of it. Certainly not enough to interrogate someone else about what happened.

But then again, he's at a natural disadvantage when it comes to memory, isn't he?

No matter the case, the hopelessly fumbling expression on Doppio's face doesn't abate even when Trish tries to move on.]

Why I... Huh?

[Isn't it obvious...?]

I... I couldn't just leave you like that. All... lost and confused.