*the confirmation earns nanika a short nod of thanks, but brings killua little relief. he'll need that wish to seal him back up, but he still has to split himself open first.*

good.

*as he sharpens his nails, eyes glazed over and dark with reluctant resolve, his mind runs fervent calculations, trying to decide which of his organs to sacrifice. he's experienced with pulling them out, but only with intent to kill. if he were to tear out his heart, like he's so practiced doing, he'd die before he could make his wish. and after experiencing the agony of having his lung punctured by his nearly-fatal fall, he's loathe to damage one of those either, especially if it would risk not being able to speak his wish at all. he needs to pick something less vital, something he can spare.

looking down at his torso again, he lays his clawed hand on his right side, feeling around the curve of his ribcage. he's got two kidneys, he reasons. one on each side, accessible fairly easily through the back. if he just slices through his lowest ribs, he should be able to snag one, avoiding the more important organs.

he presses on the chosen spot with the pads of his fingers, feeling his floating ribs flex beneath his skin. mind made up, he digs his claws between them hard enough to sting, marking the spot for his strike. then, while his target pulses with dull pain, he lifts his hand, positions it into a precise spear, and takes one last, measured breath before plunging it through his flesh.*