[ Killua drops his arms with a dissatisfied noise, staring off at the fountain. It must be enchanted, to keep from freezing over. Seems like a waste of effort.
Briefly, his thoughts skim over memories of his own world and childhood (if it could be called that), his family. His older brother, who taught him most of what he knows. A mentor and tormentor all in one.
All this time, and he still feels like he doesn't really know how to do anything else. He doesn't want to be a killer anymore. His Hunter License is useless here. His only goals are to stay with Gon and find his way back home, but everything in between is... a blur.
Killua lets his hands slide back into his pockets and looks over at Geralt again with a shrug. ]
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[ Killua drops his arms with a dissatisfied noise, staring off at the fountain. It must be enchanted, to keep from freezing over. Seems like a waste of effort.
Briefly, his thoughts skim over memories of his own world and childhood (if it could be called that), his family. His older brother, who taught him most of what he knows. A mentor and tormentor all in one.
All this time, and he still feels like he doesn't really know how to do anything else. He doesn't want to be a killer anymore. His Hunter License is useless here. His only goals are to stay with Gon and find his way back home, but everything in between is... a blur.
Killua lets his hands slide back into his pockets and looks over at Geralt again with a shrug. ]
So what are you doing then?