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*killua sighs bitterly, hating the thought that kalluto can't remember anything that isn't drenched in blood. but he's right about not everything being washed away. killua recalls that tug of longing that had led him to alluka before he even knew who she was, holding her deep within his heart even after his memories had faded. perhaps kalluto resides there, too, stowed away within him when he left home. his hand drifts up to idly brush through his hair again, the sense-memory of stroking him back to sleep all those years ago clinging to his fingertips.*

...yeah. there's some things even he can't take away. he messed with your memories, too, huh?