—No!

[Killua raises his hands defensively, palms open as a gesture of non ill-intent.]

N-no, it's not that, I definitely... want to.

[when Killua clarifies this, he suddenly feels a resolve bubble up through him that makes him clench his fists earnestly.] I want to be your friend!

But... I'm not going to make you.

The truth is, back home, I come from a famous family of assassins. We don't have Pokémon, or much of anything like that, in my world. I've killed more people than you can imagine. I quit being an assassin, but that only means I stopped doing it for money; I've killed since then. Life for my title, and the culture around it, is brutal, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm a killer.

When I ran away from home, I renounced that life style; I rejected the notion that I had the soul of a killer, because I wanted friends... but I can never be someone like you.

[his eyes harden, a little.]

You're...really pure.

[the air around Killua is dense, cold and heavy; the weight of his remorse, and otherness, manifesting physically. hopefully this damn dragon doesn't eat him up for all this dangerous information, or the nature of Killua's deceit.

he legitimately didn't think Blue was this soft when they first met; he was so confidently calling Killua a loser, and in general being pretty ballsy... and it's not that Killua dislikes the reality of this boy, either.

he just doesn't see it fitting.]

Sorry. I usually tell people pretty freely right when I meet them, but something made me hesitate. That was selfish of me.