[Which isn't a very sensitive thing to say, but he doesn't mean it nastily. He knows. He thinks he'll remember Giorno's description for the rest of his life, it was that horrifying. By the end he couldn't see or feel, a corpse stumbling towards the end, and if that doesn't send shivers down his spine . . . god, he can't imagine. He knows he can't; he's brushed against death, but never like that.
Kakyoin had died quickly. Horribly, yes, but quickly. So had Abdul. To have it linger on and on; to know it was coming, and yet to keep pushing forward . . .
Anyway. He knows, is the point. Polnareff watches Bruno carefully, studying the stillness of his face and the expression in his eyes.]
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[Which isn't a very sensitive thing to say, but he doesn't mean it nastily. He knows. He thinks he'll remember Giorno's description for the rest of his life, it was that horrifying. By the end he couldn't see or feel, a corpse stumbling towards the end, and if that doesn't send shivers down his spine . . . god, he can't imagine. He knows he can't; he's brushed against death, but never like that.
Kakyoin had died quickly. Horribly, yes, but quickly. So had Abdul. To have it linger on and on; to know it was coming, and yet to keep pushing forward . . .
Anyway. He knows, is the point. Polnareff watches Bruno carefully, studying the stillness of his face and the expression in his eyes.]
Is that a reason for your sake or mine?