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Gloves found a mountain devoid of humanity.

Wild beasts roamed free, and creeks were lush with life.

She settled down, and tried to breathe.

After all, it was all about control.

Currently, the only thing she could control

Was her breathing.

Her hands shook with nervous jitters,

Her teeth mashed with unspoken guilt.

But she held on, and she breathed.

In,

The screams of those who fell at her hand

Out,

Killua's smile.

In,

Her mother's look of disgust and horror,

Out,

The warmth of his embrace.

In,

Hisoka, and his death threats and looming taunts.

Out,

Killua's confession, his ardent feelings.

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