[God. He's never — missed anyone like this. Not like this. He misses Bruno and Narancia and even Abbacchio, sometimes especially Abbacchio on the days when he's feeling least charitable, but he knows he'll never see them again. But Polnareff, he missed like suddenly gravity shot sideways and left was up. It's too much, too disorienting, to see him here again.]
[His breathing hitches in half a sob before he smothers it and manages a watery smile.]
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[His breathing hitches in half a sob before he smothers it and manages a watery smile.]
Of course I will. Anything for you, always.
How — has anyone hurt you?