[Oh, she'd tried to communicate that something was off with Bruno. In more ways than one, but Narancia was the only one she felt comfortable enough to bring it up to, and he had completely and utterly misunderstood what she was getting at...and maybe she didn't really know how to phrase it, either.
It stopped being important as things rapidly went to hell, so there was no reason to pursue it at the time. But seeing Giorno's reaction confirmed enough for her.
But there's no point in fretting over it now, when Bruno is here and talking to her.
She hums at his response, and wonders who else is possibly feeling this way. Everyone else had their lives back, and a new beginning with a new don at the helm of their organization. She can't see that as anything but good, considering what Giorno had done for her, so it doesn't occur to her that anyone would be upset at his presence at the top. Spice Girl murmurs her agreement at the back of Trish's mind too, so the idea of anyone opposing it is as far away as it could possibly be.
The idea that Giorno could feel this weightless and unattached, just like her? That idea will never come to her on its own. Giorno was shining gold, a young man who transcended the concept of doubt and fate both. He was destined to be where he is now.
But her...? She wonders where she'll land after everything is said and done.]
I didn't think you'd let me float away, no.
[Just like he didn't let her soul ascend on his watch.
Bruno had fought far, far too hard to set her loose now, she's sure. She imagines he'll always hover nearby until it's certain she doesn't need him anymore.
She looks to Bruno this time, since the ocean is closing in and making her quail a little. His car feels like a liminal space, and if he keeps driving, she feels like...she could stay here in this moment forever. In a space between her past and her future, never settling on one or the other.
But that won't happen. She has to move on eventually.]
Why did you buy a home out here, anyway?
[She doesn't imagine gangsters had time for vacation homes, but maybe Bruno was just that privileged.]
abba...............................
It stopped being important as things rapidly went to hell, so there was no reason to pursue it at the time. But seeing Giorno's reaction confirmed enough for her.
But there's no point in fretting over it now, when Bruno is here and talking to her.
She hums at his response, and wonders who else is possibly feeling this way. Everyone else had their lives back, and a new beginning with a new don at the helm of their organization. She can't see that as anything but good, considering what Giorno had done for her, so it doesn't occur to her that anyone would be upset at his presence at the top. Spice Girl murmurs her agreement at the back of Trish's mind too, so the idea of anyone opposing it is as far away as it could possibly be.
The idea that Giorno could feel this weightless and unattached, just like her? That idea will never come to her on its own. Giorno was shining gold, a young man who transcended the concept of doubt and fate both. He was destined to be where he is now.
But her...? She wonders where she'll land after everything is said and done.]
I didn't think you'd let me float away, no.
[
Just like he didn't let her soul ascend on his watch.Bruno had fought far, far too hard to set her loose now, she's sure. She imagines he'll always hover nearby until it's certain she doesn't need him anymore.
She looks to Bruno this time, since the ocean is closing in and making her quail a little. His car feels like a liminal space, and if he keeps driving, she feels like...she could stay here in this moment forever. In a space between her past and her future, never settling on one or the other.
But that won't happen. She has to move on eventually.]
Why did you buy a home out here, anyway?
[She doesn't imagine gangsters had time for vacation homes, but maybe Bruno was just that privileged.]