*Kalluto felt his brother's determination, felt its effect on him. Killua came here to ask one thing of Kalluto, but he wasn't sure where his mind was with the information he hadn't volunteered yet. About who Alluka loved the most, and about how little control Nanika actually had over who their power's feedback applied to.

It didn't matter. Killua already knew to be careful, and probably already feared Nanika, or he wouldn't have come to someone he still couldn't trust yet.

Kalluto deftly folded some glossy paper, silver like his brother's hair, and fashioned a bandana out of it.*

Put this on. We'll be able to talk through my ability. For if we think of anything else.