At the rate I'm going, most likely, sooner than later. It doesn't matter to me. I don't fear death... I only fear that my hatred diminishes over time and I lose sight of what's important.

(Kurapika's eyes move to the clothes turning in a loop inside the machine. Strangely, he feels connected, attached with such a short interaction, and she's so easy to talk to. Perhaps because she, too, has her share of pain to bear.)