[seeing Killua this way makes Gon’s heart twist and hurt; such that when Killua suddenly grips, rends and yanks his arm, Gon doesn’t react to the pain too overtly—he moves with it to lessen some of the impact, but feels something shift abnormally, and with awful pain. he winces, teeth grit, stuttering out a little grunt. he’s sure at least one of his forearm bones are broken, and a cold, hollowing dread fills him.
to survive, he’ll have to leave Killua—Killua doesn’t know what’s going on, and doesn’t know who he is. and he’s frightened, and in pain, and honestly, probably pretty pissed off. Gon, even at his best, has never been in any kind of shape to subdue Killua physically.]
Killua, it’s okay.
[but Gon can’t leave him, either. when he told Geralt he didn’t want to go alone, because it would be dangerous for him—he hadn’t anticipated that he might die because of Killua. not being able to reach him is painful. when Gon’s arm is released, he grips at his injury, breath a bit scattered as he tries to figure out what to do. Gon feels that he can’t just be catastrophizing like this already, but...
Gon lifts his head, ears pinned back in tense anxiety, tail limp and heavy.]
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to survive, he’ll have to leave Killua—Killua doesn’t know what’s going on, and doesn’t know who he is. and he’s frightened, and in pain, and honestly, probably pretty pissed off. Gon, even at his best, has never been in any kind of shape to subdue Killua physically.]
Killua, it’s okay.
[but Gon can’t leave him, either. when he told Geralt he didn’t want to go alone, because it would be dangerous for him—he hadn’t anticipated that he might die because of Killua. not being able to reach him is painful. when Gon’s arm is released, he grips at his injury, breath a bit scattered as he tries to figure out what to do. Gon feels that he can’t just be catastrophizing like this already, but...
Gon lifts his head, ears pinned back in tense anxiety, tail limp and heavy.]
I’m not leaving you. I can’t.