[ His eyes follow Vayne’s gaze, and when their eyes meet again, there’s a soft look of determination set in his eyes. It’s a long-set sort of determination, the sort that rumbles beneath the surface for years and years. ]

I swore revenge when I was twelve and came home to find my entire clan wiped out.

[ Kurapika’s right hand clenches into a fist, and he lifts that fist to relax it, momentarily staring down at his palm as if he’s looking at something that’s not present in this world. ]

I developed the abilities themselves when I was sixteen. I killed one of my targets a few months later.

[ He looks over at Vayne, gauging his reaction. ]

Ever since then, I’ve worked towards finding a way to target the rest, while working towards taking back what was stolen from my clan.

[ And over the years, he’s lost plenty of little pieces of himself along the way. Even as he recounts this, he doesn’t sound proud of it. ]