*killua winces as she gags on the taste of the ill-fated gift he'd given nanika, feeling her pain and nausea as if it were his own, as if the piece of him inside her had connected their bodies deeply, primally, even seeping into her dreams. he rubs her back sympathetically, wishing there were something he could do to reverse this and ridden with guilt that nanika had put him back to normal but left her to suffer in his stead.*

i'm so sorry... it's my fault you feel like this...