[Okay, so-- it's not like he doubted him, but there's a difference between knowing something factually and seeing it springing out of his carpet. Polnareff leans over his bed, peering down at the tulips. After a moment-- gently, because he remembers the warning about Jolie-- he brushes his fingers against a tulip head. It's just as real as the otter, as far as he can tell.
This is . . . he glances over at his Giorno. This is beyond simple speed or strength. This is-- what? Bringing things to life, and somehow the implications didn't quite sink in until just now.]
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[Okay, so-- it's not like he doubted him, but there's a difference between knowing something factually and seeing it springing out of his carpet. Polnareff leans over his bed, peering down at the tulips. After a moment-- gently, because he remembers the warning about Jolie-- he brushes his fingers against a tulip head. It's just as real as the otter, as far as he can tell.
This is . . . he glances over at his Giorno. This is beyond simple speed or strength. This is-- what? Bringing things to life, and somehow the implications didn't quite sink in until just now.]