[He hums softly. That's a good name. It's neither overwhelming French nor Italian, and yet fits perfectly within both cultures. It's a good name, but nothing that reminds either of them of their pasts. Polnareff kisses him again.]
Emma it is. Emma, our princess.
[Emma, who doesn't exist, who will never exist, but that Polnareff imagines for just a few moments more.]
And what would you do? [That's not a question Bruno can answer in one word, but whatever!] Stay home with her, or go and work?
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Emma it is. Emma, our princess.
[Emma, who doesn't exist, who will never exist, but that Polnareff imagines for just a few moments more.]
And what would you do? [That's not a question Bruno can answer in one word, but whatever!] Stay home with her, or go and work?