[But I have this power. I can't just do nothing with it...
Trish turns this statement over and over and over again in her mind, struck by it. By the pure intention in it, but also the concept of power and responsibility.
If you have power, is it your duty to use it? She wondered about that, considering she'd had a power since she was young that never would have manifested without the contact with other Stand users, the pressure of danger summoning every ounce of her will to the surface. She thinks about Spice Girl too, as she has so often since Felfri, and her Stand's firm resolve.
She thinks about Diavolo, and how different things would be if he had turned away from his own awakening to unspeakable power.
She thinks about Bruno having the power to change fate, and seeing that power bolstered by those around him until change was achieved. Painfully, not without sacrifice, but enough to budge an immovable stone in a way that would change everything for so many people.
Trish brings a hand to her lips, thoughtful.]
I'm not going to lie to you and say there's a shining moment of perfect clarity, where you look into yourself and see the right answer waiting like it'd been there all along. There's never going to be a time when you're absolutely sure that your choice is the right one. Not until it's over and done with.
What I do know is this: the word "choice" implies intent, sure, but when I say it I'm speaking more about making a decision when you hardly have time to make one. I like to think deeply about what it is I want to do, but too often the only thing that stands between yourself and certain death is the ability to decide how the encounter happens.
It's the breath of an instant, and maybe you choose wrong. But other times...you turn it into a dance. You find you're able to keep making decisions. You take risks, and you're rewarded for those risks. You learn how to push your advantage.
Sometimes, your decisions change the tide entirely in your favor.
So I'd say what you want isn't about power, not remotely. It's about presence of mind. That's far stronger and more useful to you than any scrap of power tossed to you by the fog.
Not to imply you shouldn't train your body and find your strengths. But when I look at you, I see someone not too different from myself. Neither of us are made to fight...but that doesn't exclude us from having to do so. That doesn't mean we should strive to become what we aren't, because we'll always fall short in some way.
No...what we ought to be is our best selves. Know yourself inside and out. Know your strengths. When you've got that, you'll find where you belong no matter the context. You'll start to make decisions that are right for you and everyone you care about.
[All of this is spoken softly, in a gentle, even cadence. One that sounds familiar, perhaps.
murder games good, actually >:0
Trish turns this statement over and over and over again in her mind, struck by it. By the pure intention in it, but also the concept of power and responsibility.
If you have power, is it your duty to use it? She wondered about that, considering she'd had a power since she was young that never would have manifested without the contact with other Stand users, the pressure of danger summoning every ounce of her will to the surface. She thinks about Spice Girl too, as she has so often since Felfri, and her Stand's firm resolve.
She thinks about Diavolo, and how different things would be if he had turned away from his own awakening to unspeakable power.
She thinks about Bruno having the power to change fate, and seeing that power bolstered by those around him until change was achieved. Painfully, not without sacrifice, but enough to budge an immovable stone in a way that would change everything for so many people.
Trish brings a hand to her lips, thoughtful.]
I'm not going to lie to you and say there's a shining moment of perfect clarity, where you look into yourself and see the right answer waiting like it'd been there all along. There's never going to be a time when you're absolutely sure that your choice is the right one. Not until it's over and done with.
What I do know is this: the word "choice" implies intent, sure, but when I say it I'm speaking more about making a decision when you hardly have time to make one. I like to think deeply about what it is I want to do, but too often the only thing that stands between yourself and certain death is the ability to decide how the encounter happens.
It's the breath of an instant, and maybe you choose wrong. But other times...you turn it into a dance. You find you're able to keep making decisions. You take risks, and you're rewarded for those risks. You learn how to push your advantage.
Sometimes, your decisions change the tide entirely in your favor.
So I'd say what you want isn't about power, not remotely. It's about presence of mind. That's far stronger and more useful to you than any scrap of power tossed to you by the fog.
Not to imply you shouldn't train your body and find your strengths. But when I look at you, I see someone not too different from myself. Neither of us are made to fight...but that doesn't exclude us from having to do so. That doesn't mean we should strive to become what we aren't, because we'll always fall short in some way.
No...what we ought to be is our best selves. Know yourself inside and out. Know your strengths. When you've got that, you'll find where you belong no matter the context. You'll start to make decisions that are right for you and everyone you care about.
[All of this is spoken softly, in a gentle, even cadence. One that sounds familiar, perhaps.
Trish tilts her head.]
Does that make sense, Nanami?