[Maya closes her eyes as she lets what he has to say wash over her, taking it in despite the way it stings— though it doesn't sting because she thinks GIorno's wrong in any way. They're reasonable questions, and some of them are questions that she's had before.]

I don't... need to make excuses for her. She's not on trial.

I'm not asking you to believe in her, or to trust her, or to think that anyone else should.

But I've been working at this— trying to understand the rules of this world for years, and they're different. Things that were impossible, truths that contradicted in my world— don't, here, or in others. So maybe, because of that, there's a possibility where she's just so mad... she can't see anything but her anger.

You don't have to trust the fog god— or... me, I guess.

[Maya starts to toy with the shell pendant on the necklace she's wearing.]

I just— really want you to.