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*Apart from a few sporadic twitches, reactions to memories his body had but his mind had lost, Kalluto stayed relaxed. He feels Killua's breath in the pushing of their expanding rib cage against his own, the air itself brushing up against his skin like a cool tide on a warm summer day. He focuses on nothing else but that breath, halting with dry hitches and resuming with urgent, greedy gulps. He felt complete in that sensation of Killua pulling in his essence, heart throbbing as he felt his brother slowly calming down.*

It's okay. He's not here.

*Kalluto has no idea whether he spoke that, used his power, or just thought it, willing that his brother be okay, that he gets the rest he deserves after fighting so hard for so long.*