[It's moments like this that reveal how young Trish really is.
She has a core set of strategies for handling scenarios like this, and a handy script in her mind. No wonder, then, that she often gets frustrated when things don't go the way she expects them to.
These conversations with Atem and Mukuro exemplify ground that has never been tread. She learned a lot about herself and others in that single week in Italy, but it never prepared her for extended time with complicated people and complicated situations and the inevitable conflicts therein. Ryslig is not anything like she's ever experienced, and she's had her boundaries pushed at hard in a way she never expected, and now she's pushing at the boundaries of others. So maybe it's less to understand them that she talks and more that she wants to understand just what it is she's dealing with and what neat, tidy way there could possibly be to resolve how ugly March felt.
Now that Atem has pulled back the curtain on what she's really after and held it up for her to examine, though, she's left with an expression that is surprisingly open for how out of her depth she feels.]
I...
[To help, or to get results. If she were more like her father, only the results would matter. Atem could give an apology as shallow as a puddle, and she would've taken it, perhaps. It would've been better than nothing.
But he's offering a tale instead. Where will it take them, she wonders? The mer turns the offer over and over, but it...already hurts, doesn't it? And she wants to know what hurt him in the first place, the things he implied the existence of during the network mind-meld and in every bid he's made for safety. She can shy away from the painful aspects of this world forever, sure, but it won't get her anywhere, will it?
It hasn't gotten her much of anything, so far.]
I want to know. If you're willing to share...I want to hear what you've got to say.
[Still, he talks about understanding, but part of her is afraid the picture he paints will change everything she believed about him.
Then again, that would be her folly, wouldn't it? She trusted what she saw, when she should perhaps be mistrustful no matter how good someone's first impression is. Not everyone lives and breathes every inch of their ideals. Not everyone is Bruno Bucciarati.
All the same, she wants to know. Otherwise she'll be turning away from Atem for essentially the same reason. Too little information, from a source that inspired strong emotions while only showing the results of a long plan, and nothing about how things culminated in it happening at all.]
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She has a core set of strategies for handling scenarios like this, and a handy script in her mind. No wonder, then, that she often gets frustrated when things don't go the way she expects them to.
These conversations with Atem and Mukuro exemplify ground that has never been tread. She learned a lot about herself and others in that single week in Italy, but it never prepared her for extended time with complicated people and complicated situations and the inevitable conflicts therein. Ryslig is not anything like she's ever experienced, and she's had her boundaries pushed at hard in a way she never expected, and now she's pushing at the boundaries of others. So maybe it's less to understand them that she talks and more that she wants to understand just what it is she's dealing with and what neat, tidy way there could possibly be to resolve how ugly March felt.
Now that Atem has pulled back the curtain on what she's really after and held it up for her to examine, though, she's left with an expression that is surprisingly open for how out of her depth she feels.]
I...
[To help, or to get results. If she were more like her father, only the results would matter. Atem could give an apology as shallow as a puddle, and she would've taken it, perhaps. It would've been better than nothing.
But he's offering a tale instead. Where will it take them, she wonders? The mer turns the offer over and over, but it...already hurts, doesn't it? And she wants to know what hurt him in the first place, the things he implied the existence of during the network mind-meld and in every bid he's made for safety. She can shy away from the painful aspects of this world forever, sure, but it won't get her anywhere, will it?
It hasn't gotten her much of anything, so far.]
I want to know. If you're willing to share...I want to hear what you've got to say.
[Still, he talks about understanding, but part of her is afraid the picture he paints will change everything she believed about him.
Then again, that would be her folly, wouldn't it? She trusted what she saw, when she should perhaps be mistrustful no matter how good someone's first impression is. Not everyone lives and breathes every inch of their ideals. Not everyone is Bruno Bucciarati.
All the same, she wants to know. Otherwise she'll be turning away from Atem for essentially the same reason. Too little information, from a source that inspired strong emotions while only showing the results of a long plan, and nothing about how things culminated in it happening at all.]