(The eyes don't turn back to black. Instead, they continuously burn until Kurapika has a few breaths inside of him. There's no one to lash out on - Yuri is definitely not on the table for that. Slowly, but surely, he stabilizes, it only serving as fuel for him to continue working on a way to go home so both of them can meet their endgoals.
He isn't sure about her, but his soul is tainted as it is. What is another threat he makes, one more bribe? Perhaps a death, as he hopes it doesn't come to it.
Her question though, makes him hum. Of course he does. What he does isn't living. He isn't even sure how to live when so many of his have fallen. Gently, thin fingers move to undo the laces of his shoes, removing them along with the socks. After he folds his trousers, his feet meet the cold water. It's certainly a good way to keep grounded on a conversation that can destabilize him at any second.)
All the time. I suppose it's something called 'survivor's guilt'. How did you make it out alive?
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He isn't sure about her, but his soul is tainted as it is. What is another threat he makes, one more bribe? Perhaps a death, as he hopes it doesn't come to it.
Her question though, makes him hum. Of course he does. What he does isn't living. He isn't even sure how to live when so many of his have fallen. Gently, thin fingers move to undo the laces of his shoes, removing them along with the socks. After he folds his trousers, his feet meet the cold water. It's certainly a good way to keep grounded on a conversation that can destabilize him at any second.)
All the time. I suppose it's something called 'survivor's guilt'. How did you make it out alive?