You weren't going to cry. Not in front of all of these strangers. So instead, you began to pull off your shirt, being careful not to remove your sunglasses. Wincing as it rubbed your stitches, you eventually got the wet shirt off and threw it to the ground with a "plop". You shivered in the cold air, an action that made Chrollo's lip twitch. Oh if he could only use his nen right now... He's slaughter every single person. To subject you to this humiliation, because of him, was unforgivable. In fact, he was beginning to get upset with even himself.

Next, you bent over and removed your shorts. They, too, landed on the ground with a plop. Since you were already down there, you then removed your shoes and socks. As you stood up, your hands shakily rose to unclip your bra. "No, that's enough." Kurapika saw the look on your face. It was a look he knew very well; the look of trying to do absolutely anything but cry. He had gone too far, but what could he do now? He couldn't simply apologize and move on. He had to stand his ground. "Spin, so I can ensure my safety and that of my friends." You closed your eyes as you spun around in a daze.

"Good. Fine. Just stay there."

"Can I get dressed, please, oh cruelest one?" You held a sour look on your face as you stared at the ground.

"Just wait." Kurapika remarked as he called Killua. "Killua, put the phone to your chest." Handing the phone over to Melody, he was able to confirm that Killua was not being manipulated.

"All right. Start the exchange!" Immediately, Chrollo walked to you and within three steps he had wrapped you in his coat and taken you in his arms. Calmly, he walked you towards Hisoka; after all, he couldn't talk to Pakunoda without dying.

"I've been waiting for this <3 Come on... Let's fight! <3" Hisoka's eyes bored into Chrollo. who paused, but pulled you even closer. He was going to make this up to you, he had already resigned to that. But now, he just wanted to get you home. "I joined the Troupe... Or... Pretended to join, just for this moment <3"

Whipping his shirt off, Hisoka turned around and showcased his tattoo. "I wont be needing this anymore. <>" He remarked as he peeling what was apparently a fake tattoo off. "Now it won't be in-fighting. So you can fight me without holding back, can't you?"

Even through his bruised face, you noticed a smile creep on his face. "Heh... Heh, heh... I see." He laughed. "Well then I can tell you... I can't fight you... Or rather, I'm not worth fighting. He stabbed my heart with the judgement chain and I can't use nen anymore."

And it was all over at once. Chrollo kept walking with you, away from everything. Away from the Troupe and away from anything else that could hurt you. No longer could he protect you. No longer could he see his friends. But he knew that Hisoka would find a way for him to get his nen back. Until then, he would just have to wait and train you, so that you could protect them both.

As you got further and further away from the group and heard the airship take off, your resolve weakened. With each step, tears began falling from your eyes, until there was a steady stream running down your face. "Oh, Hana... I am so, so sorry." Chrollo stopped as the landscape sprawled in front of you. "I've never been so sorry. Please, could you ever forgive me? I couldn't protect you. My Troupe couldn't protect you. And now it is just us. What can I do for you? Anything."

"I'd like... to go home. Where ever that is to you." You looked up at him.

"To the east then."