[Chariot leans into him, his yellow eyes staring, curious and pleased at the proximity. The pudding is all gone, thankfully, and so he can focus his entire attention on Giorno.]
Mm . . . I was about six. It's a good story, I suppose.
[He puts his other hand on top of Chariot's and hums quietly for a moment, just thinking about it.]
I was walking home, and I found a man hurt. He was afraid . . . and there were people looking for him. I didn't like the look of them, or the way they walked — they looked like men who would hurt people weaker than themselves. So when they asked me if I'd seen that man, I said no, I hadn't seen anyone like that.
And my Gold Experience came to me and grew grasses up over him, so that no one would find him until I came back to make sure he was safe.
[And isn't that an indication of character. The sort of person who would protect someone hurt, just because they seemed to need it; precisely the same sort of person who would take something so corrupt as the mafia and try to make it a force for good.]
They're pretty similar, Chariot and Gold Experience. Protectors, hm?
[It's clear he hasn't thought about it in quite those terms before, and equally clear that doing so overwhelms him a little. That he and Polnareff could be in any way alike . . . He loves his Gold Experience, some parts more than others but all of him at least a little bit. But he always thinks of Polnareff as a hero, a knight in shining armor, and that is not what he is.]
[A protector, though. Isn't he that? Not in the same way that Bruno is, but that's all he wants, to take care of the people who can't take care of themselves.]
[He smiles softly at Polnareff and nods, a little shy.]
[There's that shyness again, odd and a little out of place. Surely Polnareff could make no one shy or uncomfortable; what on earth is there to be nervous about?]
Only you can make things come to life-- not that Chariot isn't great, because he is, but that's amazing.
[Chariot scoots closer to Giorno, bending so he can peer at him, eyes wide and entreating. No more uncertainty, please.]
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[Chariot leans into him, his yellow eyes staring, curious and pleased at the proximity. The pudding is all gone, thankfully, and so he can focus his entire attention on Giorno.]
When did you get him?
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[He puts his other hand on top of Chariot's and hums quietly for a moment, just thinking about it.]
I was walking home, and I found a man hurt. He was afraid . . . and there were people looking for him. I didn't like the look of them, or the way they walked — they looked like men who would hurt people weaker than themselves. So when they asked me if I'd seen that man, I said no, I hadn't seen anyone like that.
And my Gold Experience came to me and grew grasses up over him, so that no one would find him until I came back to make sure he was safe.
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You protected him, and that's why he came out.
[And isn't that an indication of character. The sort of person who would protect someone hurt, just because they seemed to need it; precisely the same sort of person who would take something so corrupt as the mafia and try to make it a force for good.]
They're pretty similar, Chariot and Gold Experience. Protectors, hm?
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[It's clear he hasn't thought about it in quite those terms before, and equally clear that doing so overwhelms him a little. That he and Polnareff could be in any way alike . . . He loves his Gold Experience, some parts more than others but all of him at least a little bit. But he always thinks of Polnareff as a hero, a knight in shining armor, and that is not what he is.]
[A protector, though. Isn't he that? Not in the same way that Bruno is, but that's all he wants, to take care of the people who can't take care of themselves.]
[He smiles softly at Polnareff and nods, a little shy.]
I suppose they are.
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Only you can make things come to life-- not that Chariot isn't great, because he is, but that's amazing.
[Chariot scoots closer to Giorno, bending so he can peer at him, eyes wide and entreating. No more uncertainty, please.]