[ Killua lets go, doesn't comment on it. He'd gotten a little carried away. He swallows, tries to calm the anger and fresh wave of grief tightening his chest as he listens to Arietta's words and thinks about his own failed revenge, how useless he is, the mistakes he's made. He draws his hands back into his lap, squeezed into fists so tight his nails draw blood, and forces himself to look calm.
...even after I killed everyone, it wasn't enough.
He hasn't had the chance to go after everyone he wants dead, but still, Killua feels that statement viscerally.
But he doesn't make this about him. He swallows the reminders of his own pain in silence (like he often does), and watches Arietta tremble. ]
...and now they're after your liger friend. You tried the direct method. There's too many of them to just take out all of them.
Until something is done about the whole network-- [ which is extremely unlikely, but Killua won't state the obvious ] --consider taking measures to protect yourself. And Liger.
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...even after I killed everyone, it wasn't enough.
He hasn't had the chance to go after everyone he wants dead, but still, Killua feels that statement viscerally.
But he doesn't make this about him. He swallows the reminders of his own pain in silence (like he often does), and watches Arietta tremble. ]
...and now they're after your liger friend. You tried the direct method. There's too many of them to just take out all of them.
Until something is done about the whole network-- [ which is extremely unlikely, but Killua won't state the obvious ] --consider taking measures to protect yourself. And Liger.