[he's there, and then he's not, and Chrollo can fantasize about somehow silently getting his knife and dashing up behind Hisoka and putting it to his throat-

ah, but he's not stupid. he's not done it in years, and Hisoka was saying he'd done it just that morning. his own death would be swift and it would be his fault for it.]

Didn't you say this morning that I wouldn't replace you?

[saying back to him is as good as agreeing with it. but Chrollo rises from his seat all the same, coming up next to him to look at the view of the city. from up here, everything's quiet, calm. the noise and chaos of the world hardly exists.]

That you were valuable to me, and I to you. Do you think that's changed because of some disclosure?