[Giorno is a smart and good lad...but sometimes it's weird to think he's out there now, orchestrating Italy's underground when he didn't look that much older than her. He's an ambitious one to be sure...

Trish feels a bit cold now that she's long stopped ranting. The slime is congealing...like everything wants to be as stagnant as the air in the cell. She lifts her head, sluggish, considering her words.]

I owe all of you. But I think I owe you the most.

[She lets out a long breath.]

You kept me alive even though we're strangers. You... [she shakes her head] It wasn't fair.

[This isn't fair either, but at least she doesn't feel responsible for putting them in eggs. Whoever did that is a real asshole, honestly.]