At the Colosseum...

Polnareff sat silently in his wheelchair. He knew you were there; yet he said nothing, for fear of your anger. After a few more moments of brewing tension, he finally turns to you and speaks, his voice quivering.

"I’ve missed you, chérie," he speaks softly, with nothing but honesty and care in his tone. He did miss you; your touch, your face, your love. He wanted so badly to hold you again, and you wanted the same.