...I heard. That I have a kid, I mean. She's here. Jolyne.
[It feels weird and distant and good, the way he's almost being petted like this. There's a fourth thing too, wrong, but that's a discomfort he makes himself shove away, because he knows what it stems from, and it's nothing that Polnareff is actually doing.
Feeling good feels wrong because he's so used to feeling otherwise. So this is a wrong he needs to embrace, no matter how uncomfortable it is. This is "wrong" that he needs to spit venom back at, because Polnareff thinks he's worthy of good.]
...Thanks. Thanks, Polnareff.
[It's all but visible, the way a weight lifts off of his shoulders at that, and he relaxes and slumps as that latent tension he's been carrying around leaves him.]
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[It feels weird and distant and good, the way he's almost being petted like this. There's a fourth thing too, wrong, but that's a discomfort he makes himself shove away, because he knows what it stems from, and it's nothing that Polnareff is actually doing.
Feeling good feels wrong because he's so used to feeling otherwise. So this is a wrong he needs to embrace, no matter how uncomfortable it is. This is "wrong" that he needs to spit venom back at, because Polnareff thinks he's worthy of good.]
...Thanks. Thanks, Polnareff.
[It's all but visible, the way a weight lifts off of his shoulders at that, and he relaxes and slumps as that latent tension he's been carrying around leaves him.]