*Kalluto lifted his arms again, again wanting to spindle Killua's hands off of himself, but they fell slack. It didn't feel right to deny Killua the catharsis. His palm ran circles along Killua's back instead.

'He never did get his nen back', was what he wanted to say. But at once Kalluto decided that this Killua would only see the vulnerability. Kalluto himself would say, deprived of the cudgel, Gon adapted something else entirely into a scalpel. The first time Kalluto saw him - defiant, sullen. Fierce. Devoted. Back then, becoming a scalpel is the last thing he'd have expected of him.*

Let it out, *Kalluto said, more confidently than he felt.*

I'm not going anywhere.