he feels a cold twist in the pit of his stomach, remembering Gon's empty, tired eyes on a face Killua couldn't recognize, reassuring him in a strange voice that Killua didn't know, "it's okay; it doesn't hurt."
and then he'd almost withered away. he only didn't instantaneously die because of Killua's interruption, but he was going to die slowly anyways. he swallows, ignoring how his head and field of vision feels kind of weirdly bobbly, his fingertips cold, like he's suddenly a little out of line with his own body. aside from the pensive crease of his forehead and the brief, vacant stare in Killua's dark eyes, there's not much more of a tell than all of that that he was maybe reminded of something disturbing.
he's used to repressing and rolling with trauma. and he feels stupid. it's been enough time.]
...Yeah. That makes sense.
[Killua glances at Eevee, then at Blue. his facade isn't perfect, around Blue—it's hard, around friends he really cares about. with some concern, he holds the lower half of his face.]
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[Killua's head suddenly swims. he gets it easily; he knows PokΓ©mon evolve, and he knows it's permanent. which he always found weird about their world, contrast to animals, and how they were similar to humans. all life grew; an infant was different from an adult, but human babies didn't abruptly evolve into physically perfect evolved forms.
not naturally, anyway.
he feels a cold twist in the pit of his stomach, remembering Gon's empty, tired eyes on a face Killua couldn't recognize, reassuring him in a strange voice that Killua didn't know, "it's okay; it doesn't hurt."
and then he'd almost withered away. he only didn't instantaneously die because of Killua's interruption, but he was going to die slowly anyways. he swallows, ignoring how his head and field of vision feels kind of weirdly bobbly, his fingertips cold, like he's suddenly a little out of line with his own body. aside from the pensive crease of his forehead and the brief, vacant stare in Killua's dark eyes, there's not much more of a tell than all of that that he was maybe reminded of something disturbing.
he's used to repressing and rolling with trauma. and he feels stupid. it's been enough time.]
...Yeah. That makes sense.
[Killua glances at Eevee, then at Blue. his facade isn't perfect, around Blue—it's hard, around friends he really cares about. with some concern, he holds the lower half of his face.]
...it doesn't... I know you'd never hurt your PokΓ©mon, so it doesn't—hurt them, or anything, right? That sort of thing... There's no negative consequences?