[Jaime catches that spasm of expression that crosses Killua's face, and suddenly, feels a little bad for bringing it up. It would have been wrong not to, he tells himself. He had brought up many of the imPorts' dreams after the fact, figuring that it's only right that they know how much he knows.
He's not entirely sure what happened there - all he knows is that it had just been the first in a long line of privacy invasions here in Heropa.] It was just a dream, [he says gently, and if he's troubled at all by the idea of being killed by Killua, it certainly isn't showing on his face.]
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He's not entirely sure what happened there - all he knows is that it had just been the first in a long line of privacy invasions here in Heropa.] It was just a dream, [he says gently, and if he's troubled at all by the idea of being killed by Killua, it certainly isn't showing on his face.]
That's the one. With the needles.