[All right. All right, well . . . if Polnareff is saying that, then it must be true. And he realizes a moment later that thinking it isn't enough, so he pushes it out through his lips.]
I trust you.
[Immediately he feels better, having said it. Instantly. Someone to trust, without question. How he's missed having this. He doesn't need many, but he needs more than none. Doesn't he? Isn't that what Bruno taught him?]
[He reaches for Polnareff's hand again, needing to have that touch, that safety. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until it came back to him.]
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[All right. All right, well . . . if Polnareff is saying that, then it must be true. And he realizes a moment later that thinking it isn't enough, so he pushes it out through his lips.]
I trust you.
[Immediately he feels better, having said it. Instantly. Someone to trust, without question. How he's missed having this. He doesn't need many, but he needs more than none. Doesn't he? Isn't that what Bruno taught him?]
[He reaches for Polnareff's hand again, needing to have that touch, that safety. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until it came back to him.]