[Killua blinks when Blue says this, but doesn't flinch. his gaze drops, though, in guilty knowing. it still hurts, for some reason. but Killua knows that even if it's something he previously enjoyed, he probably has to revoke it now. all's fair in love and war, or whatever.]

Yeah.

It's not.

[Blue says that, but here he is volunteering this personal information anyway. something as crazy as someone as soft as Blue exchanging blows with his...mute? rival. the rules of friendship are confusing and harrowing. Killua's eyes narrow, his brows tightening.]

I didn't—realize all of that was...because of the fog.

I know I was wrong. I... [his arms visibly tense, shown by the rigidity in his muscles, hands curling anxiously and invisibly into fists within his pockets.]

I didn't mean to. The truth is that I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry.