*killua gulps, lost in thoughts too treacherous to voice. could he really be considering choosing one over the other? betraying the sweet, doll-faced phantom he'd willingly torn himself apart to please? he answers kalluto's question slowly, guilt curling his fingers back into fists on his lap.*

that's... what she calls her. the other alluka.

*he looks up again at his brother, jaw clenching.*

our other sister.