sighs heavily What the...? You're supposed to be at Aunt Mira's! What the hell happened to you?
tearing up I got kicked out... and... and someone attacked me...
grabs Jensen by the arm Who attacked you? Tell me now! And why were you kicked out?
"Just... some guys... I didn't provoke them at all... they just came up to me and started beating me... took everything I had..."
gently wipes away Jensen's tears Shit, okay... don't worry, I'll take care of you. Let's get you somewhere safe first. Can you walk?
pulls out a switchblade from his pocket Stay close to me, and if anyone tries anything, I won't hesitate to use this. Got it?
glances around cautiously We need to find a place to hide. Come on, follow me. starts walking briskly through the dimly lit alleyways
narrowing his eyes Dammit, I can't believe this shit. Those bastards are going to pay for what they did to you.
"Killua... I'm scared..."
puts a hand on Jensen's shoulder, trying to sound reassuring I know, kid. But I won't let anything happen to you.
sobbing quietly I... I trust you, Killua...
grits his teeth Trust me, kid, I won't let anyone lay a finger on you again. Just hold on tight and stay close. We're gonna make those fuckers pay.
voice trembling O-Okay... I'll stay close to you, Killua...
<As Killua and Jensen navigate through the dangerous alleys, they encounter a group of menacing figures lurking in the shadows. Killua lunges forward, drawing his switchblade and engaging in a fierce fight with the attackers, determined to protect Jensen at all costs. Despite the odds, Killua manages to overpower the assailants, but not without sustaining a deep gash on his forearm. Bleeding profusely, Killua looks at Jensen with a mix of concern and determination.>
"Shit, Killua...you're hurt!"
winces in pain Yeah, well, ain't nothin' I can't handle. Just a scratch, really. Don't worry about me, kid. We gotta keep moving.
swallows hard, staring at Killua's bleeding wound Killua, we need to find somewhere safe...you're losing a lot of blood.
clenching his fist We need to find a safe spot, stat. Hold on tight, kid. quickly scans the area, searching for a nearby building or shelter
eyes darting around nervously There's an abandoned warehouse over there... maybe we could go inside?
nods, wincing in pain Yeah, yeah, that should work. Let's move, kid. starts limping towards the abandoned warehouse, clutching his bleeding forearm