*melody is sitting on her couch, reading one of the books from the music room when she hears the knock on her door. there’s two sets of heartbeats outside it, one familiar and one not; getting to her feet, she wonders who her friend has brought to visit her.*

coming, kurapika!

*she pulls open the door and comes face to face with a small boy her height, dressed in the unmistakable garb of the kurta clan. her eyes go round with shock, recognizing the pattern on his front immediately from what she’d seen of kurapika’s memories of the kurta massacre, now burned into hers as well. she’d just seen kurapika cradling this very boy’s mutilated body, and yet here he stands, perfectly intact and alive. she doesn’t know what to say, so shocked her lips can only tremble.*

oh, my…!