[She keeps her eyes low and takes a deep breath. She keeps her arms wrapped tightly around herself, almost as it trying to appear smaller so she could just disappear from this conversation. For as hard as it was to talk about, remembering it was even worse.]
...one of the men who-- who tortured me... he had really bad scars all over one side of his face. H-He was... one of the worst of them.
[ Killua nods encouragingly, uncomfortable with the way she shrinks back but not knowing what to do. So he pretends he doesn't notice, just keeps talking. ]
It's possible the mask was hiding something. It must have been for effect... I mean, why wouldn't someone use a digital skin?
...no. I killed the man who was in charge of it. He didn't come back.
[There's a dark edge to her voice when she says that -- that particular kill had been perhaps more personal than even the others, given when he did to her left a mark that still comes up to this day. He was one of the few she made sure stayed dead.]
[She closes her eyes, thinking and trying to remember, as much as she doesn't want to. After a few moments, she shakes her head.]
I-I think-- his name? He told me it. Once. Before he died.
[It's a name Killua should already find familiar.]
...something Clay, maybe? Or maybe it was Kray. I didn't want to hear what he had to say, so I don't remember anything else.
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...one of the men who-- who tortured me... he had really bad scars all over one side of his face. H-He was... one of the worst of them.
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It's possible the mask was hiding something. It must have been for effect... I mean, why wouldn't someone use a digital skin?
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I-I dunno, but... the man with the scars... I know that was his real face. He... wanted me to remember it.
[Which, ironically, made him an easy one to hunt down and kill in the tunnels.]
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[ That's the trouble with Elites. Like fuckin cockroaches, man. ]
Do you know anything else about him? Was he somebody in charge of the operation?
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[There's a dark edge to her voice when she says that -- that particular kill had been perhaps more personal than even the others, given when he did to her left a mark that still comes up to this day. He was one of the few she made sure stayed dead.]
[She closes her eyes, thinking and trying to remember, as much as she doesn't want to. After a few moments, she shakes her head.]
I-I think-- his name? He told me it. Once. Before he died.
[It's a name Killua should already find familiar.]
...something Clay, maybe? Or maybe it was Kray. I didn't want to hear what he had to say, so I don't remember anything else.