liberazoth | oh, rebelling sound of young wings, they still embrace the name of the blowing wind;

... I think you're asking the wrong person that question. I ... don't know if I can really answer that for you.

[ vayne, who would rather remove himself from a problem to deescalate than seek out the source of it. ]

If you really want an answer from me, I think ... it really would have to depend.

[ how far is someone going? in what context are they speaking? here, where the only justice is in the form of a mob making guesses and assumptions? elsewhere?

perhaps some forms of justice can satisfy a desire for revenge, but that doesn't necessarily transfer, going the opposite direction... ]

Right person or not, I'm interested in your thoughts.

[ He doesn't need a concrete answer—it's more of a thought exercise for him than anything else, now that he's in a situation where he has to administer justice for reasons that aren't personal. ]

Let me put it this way... is it justice if you hunt down the person that killed a loved one and kill them too?

... No, I don't think so. [ that part, at least, is decided upon more quickly than the other. ] But at the same time ...

[ vayne tries to imagine it. in that position, would he try to kill someone who'd killed a loved one? ... no, he wouldn't. he knows that.

but, that said... ]

I also don't know if I think that it's necessarily wrong.

[ which is just further reason he shouldn't be the theoretical arbiter of who gets to live, who gets to die, probably. ]

[ It's the answer he expected to hear, given what he's seen of Vayne's overall personality. Though the last thing he says surprises him, enough so that he pauses, bringing a hand up to his chin. ]

It's a difficult thing to decide, isn't it? I'm not sure whether it's right or wrong myself.

[ He's undecided, even after all this time. ]

I told you I was a Bounty Hunter, but the truth is that I'm hunting specific targets. I've even designed my own abilities and strengths around killing them.

[ He thinks that he's said enough that Vayne wouldn't need to guess why he has specific targets, but his tone is cool and almost neutral—questioning him about it isn't something he'll push back on. ]

[ ah... he's definitely lost someone. but vayne won't pry about who, unsure if it'll dig up more painful memories than it's worth.

instead. he glances distantly over towards the skeletons, gaze following the line of displays over to the fossils before returning to kurapika. ]

I can't imagine that training any sort of ability that specifically would be easy.

[ like, maybe in the world kurapika comes from, that sort of thing is simple. or, more likely, for the kind of focused determination kurapika seems to have, ]

You ... must have been working towards that goal for a while.

[ unspoken, unacknowledged: 'how long ago was it that you lost them?' ]

[ 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. ]

oh, rebelling sound of young wings, they still embrace the name of the blowing wind;

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