…and it wouldn't hurt so bad if she could just talk about it with someone, but her mother's dead and the rest of her family is so distantly related to her that they may as well not count. She shared everything with her mother or, at least, most things. The important things.

And maybe in another life she would have shared things with her father, maybe in another life she would have had a father, but in this one, she never did, never will. She had been content to live her life just knowing her mother. It's not as if she was missing anything by not having him around. The kids growing up teased her a little, sure, but kids can be nasty little things. They'll tease you no matter what. It didn't bother her.

After her mother dies, when Passione comes to ferry her away, she thinks for a moment that she might grow used to having a father. A mob boss, a terrible one, but he could be kind to her. He doesn't know her and she doesn't know him, but they might grow to love each other as father and daughter. Her mother died but she might gain someone new.

He isn't her father. He's just some man. Some nasty man that might have been charming once, might have danced with her mother once, but who's now twisted under his own selfish ambition. They share genetics but that didn't make Diavolo her father.

He's stupid. Just a stupid, greedy man that has nothing to do with her. Fucker. And the fact that he's so powerful and yet so dumb pisses Trish off even more than if he had been powerful and cruel and smart. If he left well enough alone, then everything would have been fine. Why did he get it into his head that she was a threat to him? He made her a threat. If he had been a little smarter, he'd have just sent her away to another country with a new identity and he'd still be alive to sell cocaine or whatever it is that gangsters do all day. She doesn't know. Her experience with gangsters is mostly watching them fall one by one.

It wouldn't have been fine. Her mother still would have been dead. But maybe the rest would have lived.

And she knows she only knew them for a few days. And she barely knew them. And she's still not sure what most of their first names even were. And she's still bitter that man made them die for her.

She looks like him more with the passing of the years, especially when her jaw's set in anger. She wears her hair short because when it's long and loose, it reminds her of him. So she cuts it. Keeps it out of the way.

She gets the hell out of Italy. There's nothing left for her here except the uneasy knowledge that unknown stand users reside here. Before he died, Buccellati promised her a house. His house. And she considers staying there, living a quiet life, and bothering no one, but she's got the itch to just take off and she does.

She visits before she leaves. Buccellati left enough cash and enough fake identities lying around to support her for years. She utters a thanks to him and departs.

Trish travels. The destination isn't particularly important, just that she gets there. She sees the world and, yeah, she's angry and maybe she'll always be angry (But is there anything wrong with that? Doesn't she deserve to be angry after all that's happened?) but there's still beauty to be found.

So she takes up photography. Documents the moment. The man who she shares half of her genetic structure with was obsessed with seeing into the future but she lives in the now.

And she's good at it. She doesn't know if she loves it but she's really good at it and she pays the bills with pictures, so she likes it well enough to pursue it as a professional career.

She rises in rank. Photographs for newspapers. One day, she's taking pictures at some event in the art world and sees a stand and suffice to say, she nearly softens Kishibe Rohan's skull.

He's a dick. Heart of brass at best. The first stand user she's ever met that has nothing to do whatsoever with Passione. She didn't know there were others.

"Oh, your story is fascinating," he says one day as he peruses her pages as casually as someone reading a fantasy novel and she doesn't know why she even agreed to this in the first place.

"Where will you end up, I wonder? May I use part of your story in my manga? My readers will love you."

Right. Because she befriended this asshole and she wants to prove to herself that not all stand users are out to get her.

"Only if I get to approve of anything you use involving my life and if I get a cut of any merchandising."

"Deal."

And it's kind of nice to be friends with him, even if he's a prickly snob. It's kind of nice to be friends with another stand user. Because for the first time in a long while, she can talk about this, she can tell someone just how stupid Diavolo really was, she can make fun of the assassins who came for her.

She doesn't like to speak much about Buccellati and his gang. She liked them. She keeps them for herself. They're not material for Rohan to use.

"Come to Japan," he says one day, "There's more of us there. You gave me your story, I'll give you mine."

And she does because why not? She doesn't speak the language but Rohan has his tricks.

And it's good to find friends.

Good to know she's not the only one who's had fucked up shit happen to her.

Trish Una finds people again in Morioh.