[ The word escapes him, barely louder than a breath, like an involuntary reaction more than a response. His heart rate speeds up, anxious and angry. Killua wets his lips, swallows again uncomfortably.
After a too-long beat of silence, he remembers Geralt is waiting. ]
It wasn't real. It was a dream.
Didn't mean to try to kill you, old man. No hard feelings.
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[ The word escapes him, barely louder than a breath, like an involuntary reaction more than a response. His heart rate speeds up, anxious and angry. Killua wets his lips, swallows again uncomfortably.
After a too-long beat of silence, he remembers Geralt is waiting. ]
It wasn't real. It was a dream.
Didn't mean to try to kill you, old man. No hard feelings.