[He wonders if there will always be the moment of relief that comes after successfully navigating emotions. The little internal sigh that means you didn't mess up. He wonders if thirty-six year old Polnareff has that moment, or if he's matured enough not to need it.
He pulls back as Giorno does, though he still keeps an arm around him.]
I know I'd have always regretted it if I hadn't tried.
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He pulls back as Giorno does, though he still keeps an arm around him.]
I know I'd have always regretted it if I hadn't tried.
[A beat, and then:]
You would have liked her, you know. Sherry.