[ She's scared and ashamed. It's not something he feels good about. She's not an enemy; she's not even one of his men, not really. Still, there's a somber satisfaction in seeing her actually listen to his words. He'd been joking about it earlier, her taking him seriously, but there was a kernel of truth buried inside, too. That, and the fact that she falls outside of those prior two categories - opponent or soldato - shields her from the worst of his ire. ]
Do you really think you can be a neutral party when your life is what's at stake? [ Bruno's claws stop; he curls his hand into a fist, or the best approximation of one he can manage now. Still, his voice remains even, flat and cold like steel. ] I want you to think about this logically, Trish. You promise to keep us from fighting by putting yourself in the middle. Suppose that comes to pass - what do you think would happen? You'd be singled out, having turned against us. You lose your allies. That's a boon to the Boss. Or maybe they break the agreement first - then they'll be acting on the same intentions they've always had, except you've let down your guard and encouraged us all to do the same. That's beneficial for him, too. The best case scenario for you is that nothing happens at all. You have nothing to gain from this. Did you realize that?
[ He's sure she didn't. It's not like him to talk so much; Bucciarati is a man of efficiency, favoring concise replies and practical solutions. But he knows - he knows, like both of them said, that she's not one of them. He has to explain the way these deals work, in his world. In Bruno's world, the world he considers reality, deals are not mutual agreements based on trust and good faith. They're careful gambles. This is a game you have to play to win. If you don't play the game well, you and your friends and family die. He knows this intimately.
Trish is a good person; she wants to see the best in Doppio. She probably wants to see the best in Bucciarati and his gang, too. That's why he has to protect her. He stares straight at her, eyes piercing, and after a short pause, he continues. ]
It's noble of you to want peace. In a better world, it would be as simple as you're imagining it to be.
[ but this is not that world. This is the world where Diavolo killed him, and killed Abbacchio, and killed Narancia - where he tried to kill Trish, even here, after losing pathetically to a fifteen-year-old boy. The world Bruno knows, the one where the Boss lied to him for years, about things as big as the drug trade to things as small as why he wanted his daughter. Trish sees another person in Doppio, but all Bruno can see is a snake, lying in wait, speaking sweet words with a forked tongue. ]
It's not that simple. [ a beat. ] Maybe you're content to walk away and leave everything that happened behind. I'm not so forgiving.
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Do you really think you can be a neutral party when your life is what's at stake? [ Bruno's claws stop; he curls his hand into a fist, or the best approximation of one he can manage now. Still, his voice remains even, flat and cold like steel. ] I want you to think about this logically, Trish. You promise to keep us from fighting by putting yourself in the middle. Suppose that comes to pass - what do you think would happen? You'd be singled out, having turned against us. You lose your allies. That's a boon to the Boss. Or maybe they break the agreement first - then they'll be acting on the same intentions they've always had, except you've let down your guard and encouraged us all to do the same. That's beneficial for him, too. The best case scenario for you is that nothing happens at all. You have nothing to gain from this. Did you realize that?
[ He's sure she didn't. It's not like him to talk so much; Bucciarati is a man of efficiency, favoring concise replies and practical solutions. But he knows - he knows, like both of them said, that she's not one of them. He has to explain the way these deals work, in his world. In Bruno's world, the world he considers reality, deals are not mutual agreements based on trust and good faith. They're careful gambles. This is a game you have to play to win. If you don't play the game well, you and your friends and family die. He knows this intimately.
Trish is a good person; she wants to see the best in Doppio. She probably wants to see the best in Bucciarati and his gang, too. That's why he has to protect her. He stares straight at her, eyes piercing, and after a short pause, he continues. ]
It's noble of you to want peace. In a better world, it would be as simple as you're imagining it to be.
[ but this is not that world. This is the world where Diavolo killed him, and killed Abbacchio, and killed Narancia - where he tried to kill Trish, even here, after losing pathetically to a fifteen-year-old boy. The world Bruno knows, the one where the Boss lied to him for years, about things as big as the drug trade to things as small as why he wanted his daughter. Trish sees another person in Doppio, but all Bruno can see is a snake, lying in wait, speaking sweet words with a forked tongue. ]
It's not that simple. [ a beat. ] Maybe you're content to walk away and leave everything that happened behind. I'm not so forgiving.
[ Diavolo doesn't deserve peace. ]