This is a test. I've accepted this test to stand victorious against my past. A person grows once they are able to defeat their weaker self. Wouldn't you agree, Jean Pierre Polnareff?
This is a test. I've accepted this test to stand victorious against my past. A person grows once they are able to defeat their weaker self. Wouldn't you agree, Jean Pierre Polnareff?
You're... Diavolo!
It appears that no matter how much I tear apart the past, it still manages to wriggle up like a worm from under a rock. This is surprising. No wonder I couldn't think of anyone who opposed me.
How did you get here?!
But in the end, it doesn't matter how you survived after I scattered your remains in the ocean. What's important, Polnareff, is what you were trying to tell Bucciarati and his men!
Don't you dare set foot on those stairs! I'm up here! You're down there!
Why won't you fight yourself, Polnareff? Because you no longer have the mental capacity for it? Or are you no longer physically able to fight? What are you going to use that arrow for?
This is impossible. I'm sure it was a kid down there! Diavolo... when did you get so close to me?
You're the one below me, Polnareff! A…
