[though the foundations of this second life were soaked in blood. and what haunted him was not that, nor how little he regretted and what a monster he was in all likelihood. just the concern that someone would try and take everything away from him. that he'd have to run away again and try to reinvent himself.
Hisoka looms, and Chrollo holds his gaze, steady and sure, even as he needs something to do with his hands and picks back up the wineglass.]
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[though the foundations of this second life were soaked in blood. and what haunted him was not that, nor how little he regretted and what a monster he was in all likelihood. just the concern that someone would try and take everything away from him. that he'd have to run away again and try to reinvent himself.
Hisoka looms, and Chrollo holds his gaze, steady and sure, even as he needs something to do with his hands and picks back up the wineglass.]