Machi moved quietly amongst the shadows of the Phantom Troupe hideout, following her nen-thread through the passages. The metaphysical link was stretched between she and her objective, and enabled her to find him without the need for betraying conversation in front of the others. One glance from him and she'd known what to do.

Her thread led her into one of the furthest rooms. Like the rest of the abandoned building, it wasn't really fit for human habitation, but wanted criminals made do where they could.

She saw his grey eyes -- the only slits of light besides the moon filtering through the broken, dirty windows, and the glow of the nen-thread that wasn't visible with the naked eye.

"I thought you never come," Feitan remarked as he stepped out of the shadows.

"Quit complaining, I'm here, aren't I?" Machi gave a tug to retrieve the needle and thread from his cloak. "Why the cloak and dagger, Feitan?"

"I want you sister. Give her to me. Or I take." He was oddly calm, even though now Machi's eyes were like fire.

"Absolutely not. You said it yourself; you would ruin her. She's better than you. Better than all of this. I'd kill her before I let you have her." Venom seethed from her mouth.

"Okay I tell Danchou and he pick." Feitan hopped off his seat and with a sonic boom, took off towards the boss.

"No you don't, you little fucking freak!" Machi raced after him, but he had a headstart.

"Danchou! I want to toss coin with Machi about girl." Feitan started.

"It is not a disagreement! It's not Troupe business, he needs to drop it!"

"I no drop it! Machi say she kill artist girl!"

"I can do whatever I want with her!"

"She family! You our family so she our family! Makes it Troupe business!"

"Enough." Chrollo interjected, as the rest of the Troupe gathered around.

"You little bastard! That's not how it works! She deserves better!"

"She make own choices! Danchou, I want flip coin."

"There's nothing to flip about! She's going to live with someone who can take care of her! She's blind, she can't just sit around and wait for him to feel like caring for her! And when he gets tired of her, who has to clean up the mess!? Me!!"

"ENOUGH." Chrollo's bloodthirsty aura leaked out and quelled the argument temporarily. "Feitan, what exactly do you want to flip a coin about? Machi may be right to say that it is not Troupe business."

"If I win, she no hide or kill sister. She win, I leave sister alone so she no have to kill her either." Chrollo thought for a minute, trying to both be fair and think about the most advantageous situation. "She have nen. Specialist nen!" Feitan added, making Chrollo's eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Alright, I've decided. There will be no coin toss." Chrollo announced. Feitan's face fell and Machi gloated with a smile. "Machi will bring her here. Feitan's right. Family is family. And if you have a sister, Machi, I am sure we are all interested in meeting her."