[ Gon's heart is in the right place and his efforts are well-meaning, but Killua's doing his best to cling to lucidity right now-- for however long that lasts. The good and also bad news in that respect is that he's taking stock of the situation and the gravity of it. How infected he is.
He swallows roughly, trying to calm his stuttering breathing. He knows Gon is lying. But it's... sweet. The sentimental, stupid idiot. Killua shakes his head, looking down to hide the tears he's trying to blink away. ]
Let's... [ he agrees for now, voice rough and scratchy. He lets Gon pull him to his feet, jaw tightening at the effort it takes; he gives no other sign of how much it actually hurts, though he never does. ]
But...
[ Glancing up at Geralt again, Killua is hit once more by the image of Jaskier, shouting and shoving and bleeding beneath his claws. His nostrils flare, pulse spiking, and he has to struggle again to keep his breathing in check. He can't afford to get lost in the guilt and the memory of it right now, not when he knows the darkness is lurking, waiting to drag him back into that mindless place. With Gon's hand squeezing his, he feels only barely grounded, and clings to it desperately. ]
G-Geralt... Your friend. The annoying one. You found him? He's... is he okay?
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He swallows roughly, trying to calm his stuttering breathing. He knows Gon is lying. But it's... sweet. The sentimental, stupid idiot. Killua shakes his head, looking down to hide the tears he's trying to blink away. ]
Let's... [ he agrees for now, voice rough and scratchy. He lets Gon pull him to his feet, jaw tightening at the effort it takes; he gives no other sign of how much it actually hurts, though he never does. ]
But...
[ Glancing up at Geralt again, Killua is hit once more by the image of Jaskier, shouting and shoving and bleeding beneath his claws. His nostrils flare, pulse spiking, and he has to struggle again to keep his breathing in check. He can't afford to get lost in the guilt and the memory of it right now, not when he knows the darkness is lurking, waiting to drag him back into that mindless place. With Gon's hand squeezing his, he feels only barely grounded, and clings to it desperately. ]
G-Geralt... Your friend. The annoying one. You found him? He's... is he okay?