[That— should sting. It should hurt, because it isn't something Maya likes to hear, and maybe it does in its own way.
But it doesn't slap like Edgeworth's voice raising. It doesn't sting like the misunderstandings, and Giorno's anger doesn't seem as oppressive anymore.
It isn't because she doesn't care about his opinion. No, it's just clear and honest and not accusing. He takes responsibility immediately, his tongue isn't as cutting, he doesn't call her names or demean her— rather, he affirms that he heard her. His anger that was once an angry cloud is suddenly merciful, and unlike the situations she'd faced before.
She is a mermaid and he is a nymph. He is different. And she hasn't been seeing it his way either.]
Oh.
[But after a beat of silence she adds—]
Then... I'm sorry, if I pressed too hard. I don't like that you're mad at me, but I can't make you agree with me.
[And if he agreed with her so easily, would he really be being his truest self?]
I think my reasons are different than other people's... I know you're not asking me to defend myself, though.
[She raises her hands again, a more sheepish, showy sense of concession.]
I didn't want you to be mad at me for the wrong reasons.
[The resigned tone of her voice may show she accepts, however, that may not be in her power‐ not regarding Giorno, not regarding anyone else. If he really was as honest as he sounded, and Maya believes Giorno is, then none of it is really up to her— and she has to show him at least the same respect he's showing her in having heard her.]
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But it doesn't slap like Edgeworth's voice raising. It doesn't sting like the misunderstandings, and Giorno's anger doesn't seem as oppressive anymore.
It isn't because she doesn't care about his opinion. No, it's just clear and honest and not accusing. He takes responsibility immediately, his tongue isn't as cutting, he doesn't call her names or demean her— rather, he affirms that he heard her. His anger that was once an angry cloud is suddenly merciful, and unlike the situations she'd faced before.
She is a mermaid and he is a nymph. He is different. And she hasn't been seeing it his way either.]
Oh.
[But after a beat of silence she adds—]
Then... I'm sorry, if I pressed too hard. I don't like that you're mad at me, but I can't make you agree with me.
[And if he agreed with her so easily, would he really be being his truest self?]
I think my reasons are different than other people's... I know you're not asking me to defend myself, though.
[She raises her hands again, a more sheepish, showy sense of concession.]
I didn't want you to be mad at me for the wrong reasons.
[The resigned tone of her voice may show she accepts, however, that may not be in her power‐ not regarding Giorno, not regarding anyone else. If he really was as honest as he sounded, and Maya believes Giorno is, then none of it is really up to her— and she has to show him at least the same respect he's showing her in having heard her.]