[It makes a lot of sense, and he's not really sure why he didn't think of that himself. But either way . . . he nods, and he shifts a little to snuggle closer.]
I understand. I didn't mean to — if I said something wrong, I'm sorry.
[There's two ways to treat a Giorno apology: briskly or with excessive love. This is a time for the former, and so he simply draws him in closer and settles down. There are still flowers on his floor, and he wonders idly if Giorno has any intention of getting rid of them.]
You didn't say anything wrong. And if you want-- I'd like to hear about Narancia.
[He nods a little, curls up close. But there is one thing.]
. . . Um. I know you wanted to know about what Gold Experience can do, and . . . there's a lot more than that. So I don't know if you want to talk about that first.
[Which he's quick to point out, and obviously sort of fidgety, because — well, he understands Jotaro's misgivings even if he didn't at first. After a short pause, he pulls away a little and straightens his shoulders.]
Mm, it's called life shot, it . . . affects the way you perceive the world around you, so it feels like you're slowing down. Or time's speeding up.
Well, no wonder Jotaro was jumpy about it. He's a little jumpy just hearing about it-- but he doesn't pull away. He trusts Giorno not to do anything but tell him about it, not unless Polnareff requests otherwise.]
Useful. You could really mess with somebody's fighting abilities that way, if they thought they were a few seconds ahead or behind.
[You could do a lot of things with an ability like that.]
[He makes a face. A little, yeah, fingers in the mouth, that's a touch more than a little scary. And he's glad for that momentary distraction, because it lets him think about Bruno instead of Giorno's time-related ability.]
I'm not sure. It's not something I've worked with a lot. I don't . . . like it as much as the growing, the healing. But the longest I've ever done is a little under a minute, I think.
[Terrifying. Nauseating. Horrifying, and it doesn't matter Giorno can't stop time; it's very nearly the same thing. Polnareff rubs his hand against the back of his neck, his eyes darting down for a few seconds.]
[Just. Going to agree, there. It sure is. He chews his lip.]
There's not . . . a positive application for it. There's no way you can make that good, it only ever hurts. I don't like to think that that's a part of me, something that is only used to hurt.
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[It makes a lot of sense, and he's not really sure why he didn't think of that himself. But either way . . . he nods, and he shifts a little to snuggle closer.]
I understand. I didn't mean to — if I said something wrong, I'm sorry.
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[There's two ways to treat a Giorno apology: briskly or with excessive love. This is a time for the former, and so he simply draws him in closer and settles down. There are still flowers on his floor, and he wonders idly if Giorno has any intention of getting rid of them.]
You didn't say anything wrong. And if you want-- I'd like to hear about Narancia.
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[He nods a little, curls up close. But there is one thing.]
. . . Um. I know you wanted to know about what Gold Experience can do, and . . . there's a lot more than that. So I don't know if you want to talk about that first.
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[Either direction means getting to know Giorno better-- but perhaps they've spoken of dead friends enough for the time being.]
What else can he do? Life, Requiem-- what else?
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The other thing . . . well, one of the other things. It scared Jotaro. So maybe I should just explain it?
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[What an ominous introduction.]
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[Which he's quick to point out, and obviously sort of fidgety, because — well, he understands Jotaro's misgivings even if he didn't at first. After a short pause, he pulls away a little and straightens his shoulders.]
Mm, it's called life shot, it . . . affects the way you perceive the world around you, so it feels like you're slowing down. Or time's speeding up.
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Well, no wonder Jotaro was jumpy about it. He's a little jumpy just hearing about it-- but he doesn't pull away. He trusts Giorno not to do anything but tell him about it, not unless Polnareff requests otherwise.]
Useful. You could really mess with somebody's fighting abilities that way, if they thought they were a few seconds ahead or behind.
[You could do a lot of things with an ability like that.]
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If I have to . . . but it's not — well, you know. It even scared Bruno, when we met. But he was being a little scary at the time, too.
["A LITTLE"]
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How long can you stretch it out, do you know?
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That's--
[Terrifying. Nauseating. Horrifying, and it doesn't matter Giorno can't stop time; it's very nearly the same thing. Polnareff rubs his hand against the back of his neck, his eyes darting down for a few seconds.]
Why don't you like it?
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[Just. Going to agree, there. It sure is. He chews his lip.]
There's not . . . a positive application for it. There's no way you can make that good, it only ever hurts. I don't like to think that that's a part of me, something that is only used to hurt.
And it scared Jotaro. I don't want to scare him.