[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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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.