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

[liberazoth]

[ what if we tempt fate by shitposting again, ]

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[liberazoth]

[ 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?' ]

[revengier]

[ 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. ]