*Kalluto flinches at Killua's frown, but keeps his hand soft against his brother, runs it through his hair as he looks down at his lap.

There were a few alternatives, none of which really amounted to the type of freedom that Killua seemed to want for their sister. Would making people use an alias around her work? The family never tested-

A strange word interrupted Kalluto's train of thought, and with that came a sudden disdain for stumbling, again into the family's line of thinking. People would need to die to know whether that worked.*

That word... Nanika... why are you using it like a name?