Doppio had quietly waited in the back of the car trying to ignore the pink haired girl that was staring at him, that was the boss', no that was his daughter. Well the body's daughter anyway. After a while he finally burst.
"Why are you staring at me!?"
Trish hesitated and looked caught between a rock and hard place.
"You're, you're all that's left of my family. And you're pretty pathetic."
Doppio looked at his hands and nodded.
"I'm nothing without the boss" He said morosely.
"So, you can't tell me anything about my mother?" Trish asked.
"I don't even know who your mother was." Doppio looked miserable with the amount of attention he was getting.
Trish turned away from Doppio to watch the landscape go by.
"I'm not sure how I should feel about you." She said. "I was fine with my mother raising me alone, I never intended to meet my father, it's my father's fault I got into this mess and you're not even my father."
Doppio was squirming under the weight of the conversation.
"I should hate you," she continued, "you upended my life and kill people that were protecting me, but as it is I can't seem to bring myself to feel any strong emotions toward you. You're just kinda there."
"I'm sorry the boss did those things." Doppio responded quietly, taking a small sip of his water bottle. "I have no memories of them so I don't know. But I'm sorry."
"You can't really expect us to see you as innocent just because it was a different personality, right Giorno?" Snorted Mista.
"Smarter people than me can debate that," Giorno replied, "but as of right now I need all the help I can get."
Doppio seemed to shrink into himself folding his legs under him and staring sadly out the window.
"What's the plan then?" Asked Mista. "We're just going to march into Passione headquarters and say 'we killed your boss now we're the boss'?"
"I don't think it's quite that simple," Giorno mused. "Maybe we shouldn't tell them we killed the boss at all, that would start an uproar, it'd be smarter if we claimed I was the boss of Passione the entire time. With Doppio to back me up no one can deny it, sounds like he was the go between for the boss and the higher ups, right Doppio?"
"We're about to get hit by a car!" Shouted Doppio.
"Wait, what?" Mista questioned.
"Do something! It's gonna hit us!" Doppio cried bracing for something.
"Spice Girl!" Trish cried.
The car slowed as Spice Girl put her hand on the car and made it malleable. All at once a car driving on the other side of the road veered into their lane and collided with their car, the car absorbed the impact and then bounced backward. The other car swerved to the other side of the road and ran into a telephone poll.
"What the hell was that? That guy's clearly drunk." Trish yelled.
Giorno got the car back under control and returned to driving towards their destination.
"Nice quick thinking Trish." Giorno congratulated her before turning his eyes to Doppio. "Looks like you're not so useless without the boss after all, how'd you do that?"
"It was something I thought the boss gave me. I thought he lent me his powers but I guess, I guess part of King Crimson is mine. I can see 10 seconds in the future." Doppio pondered. "What about you? How did we survive that car crash?"
"Spice Girl can make things soft, make them unbreakable, as it were." Trish said.
"Wow, that's… incredible Miss Una." Doppio gasped, amazed.
"Thanks Doppio," Trish paused and looked towards him. "Your ability is pretty cool too. Thanks for saving us."
Doppio looked up at Trish for the first time since he had been revived by Giorno, and he felt something blossoming within his chest. He smiled at her, and she smiled right back.