*killua looks up slowly as she speaks, realizing the irony that their commonalities are exactly what made them enemies in the first place. he snorts at her backhanded reassurance before laying his head back on his knees.*

...thanks.

*what she says next makes his heart squeeze with remorse, the thought that either of them might go on living without love unbearable to imagine.*

i don't think... it's better not to have felt.

*tears well up in his eyes again, big globs that blur his vision.*

i spent so long, trying not to feel... to be the cold, calculating assassin my parents wanted me to be, and i was miserable. if i can realize that, i'm sure you will, too.