[Right. Right, he can't . . . he can't get up. Okay. Polnareff is here. Polnareff is here, and needs his help. Polnareff is here and guiding him, that's what's happening, just like at home, just like normal. What was normal, for a little while.]
[God, it's pathetic how grateful, how relieved he is. Selfish. Disgusting. He scrubs his hands over his face and exhales sharply.]
. . . Perdonami.
[He crosses the space between them, holds out his hands, the most normal ones. There's an impossible shyness around him now, borne not of grief but shame. But if Polnareff is real, he wants to know. He wants to see for himself.]
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[God, it's pathetic how grateful, how relieved he is. Selfish. Disgusting. He scrubs his hands over his face and exhales sharply.]
. . . Perdonami.
[He crosses the space between them, holds out his hands, the most normal ones. There's an impossible shyness around him now, borne not of grief but shame. But if Polnareff is real, he wants to know. He wants to see for himself.]
Heh . . . buon giorno, Polnareff.