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Something doesn’t feel right, it’s a warm summer evening but Gon suddenly feels a chill down his spine, it feels like something he’s known before; like claws scratching down his skin to prickle it into gooseflesh, it lets despair sink in. His eyes widen and he suddenly feels more aware of his weakened state, he is aware of all the power he sacrificed, and for what purpose?
Suddenly it feels like everything he gave up was for nothing, like a nightmare is becoming reality as he slowly turns around to face whatever is behind him. All his fears are confirmed in that moment, when he spots a visage he hoped he’d never see again. He’d given up everything to not see it again.
His heart rattles in his ribcage, rage churns in his gut, bile burns in his throat. He must be imagining it. That can’t be Pitou. Pitou is dead. Gon killed them, killed it.
He remembers being a young child, running into Mito-sans room with tears in his eyes and wild stories of monsters under his bed. Mito-san told him mosnters didn’t exist – but boy, had that been a lie.
Slowly he stands up, letting a wave of anger shroud his terror, his eyes burn with the same rage from the last time their eyes met, he doesn’t have the same strength to fight them now, but he has all the same emotional wounds.
“…….How….why you here?”