[She understands and she tries to convey that in the way she lays her head against Gold Experience, the way her fingers, which had mindlessly pressing too hard at the Stand soften to something more gentle. She swallows hard, but her throat still feels tight and that makes her mumble.]

It freaks me the fuck out. What you guys do, what you go through. [He was just a kid. They were all just kids.] I'm not -- I know I'm not handling this well, fuck, I should be better at this.

[Izabel has to stop, taking another slow breath. A finger drums against Gold Experience's shoulder while she tries to sort it all out, thinks of Abbacchio and how he'd managed to listen to her and give her a task. She should be better than this. She wasn't going to be useless.]

I don't...want help just because you can help, I... I want you to tell me things you want to tell me. I want you to be able to trust me as much as I trust you.