Focused only on this, now, Killua tries not to think of the implications of anything he's doing. After everything Hisoka has done, it's odd to feel so sympathetic. It's even weirder to feel an obligation to do something about it. But he does, and so he will. Little by little. He doubts it'll do much, but how could he walk away?
Moving to sit down on the floor, he pulls out his phone. "I thought you'd have some with how you pull them out of nowhere all the time... But that's fine. This might be easier through a jail cell. Take out your phone. Uh, communicator-- whatever."
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Focused only on this, now, Killua tries not to think of the implications of anything he's doing. After everything Hisoka has done, it's odd to feel so sympathetic. It's even weirder to feel an obligation to do something about it. But he does, and so he will. Little by little. He doubts it'll do much, but how could he walk away?
Moving to sit down on the floor, he pulls out his phone. "I thought you'd have some with how you pull them out of nowhere all the time... But that's fine. This might be easier through a jail cell. Take out your phone. Uh, communicator-- whatever."