*distraught to see her so traumatized, killua's voice breaks when he speaks.*

i'm so sorry it was taken from you...

*he pulls her to his chest, pressing her face into the front of his shirt so she can draw comfort from his heartbeat, even as it pounds with the guilt of not being able to prevent her pain. his hand rubs circles into her back, coaxing her to let her feelings out in words or tears, whatever she needs to do.*

we all just want you to be okay.