[ The way Jin Ling is grabbing it looks so intense. Scared, almost. Like he's clinging to the sword like a lifeline. Maybe it's because it's the only thing he has left of home and of his father, Killua thinks, and withdraws his hand.
He sits back on his heels, crouched beside the other boy, and watches him with interest, though it's not unkind. ]
sorry about the delay!
[ The way Jin Ling is grabbing it looks so intense. Scared, almost. Like he's clinging to the sword like a lifeline. Maybe it's because it's the only thing he has left of home and of his father, Killua thinks, and withdraws his hand.
He sits back on his heels, crouched beside the other boy, and watches him with interest, though it's not unkind. ]
What does your father do?