I picked up a Hisoka and almost strangled him to death.
——As the saying goes, people will always be hurt by the ones they love,
——In fact, people will also fall in love with the people they hurt.
That was every loyalty joke Hisoka laughed at. That was every cliché he'd ever heard. That was every piece of hypocrisy he was tired of.
Many years later, he stumbled onto this stubborn rock, and the dark vortex exploded in an instant. A door that had been closed for a long time was opened, and all kinds of emotions surged through his body: confusion, fear, loneliness, disappointment, and a kind of perseverance that was so stubborn that it almost made him shake.
Then he realized that none of it belonged to him. They belong to the one who disappeared long ago, Juno.
If, if there really is an eternal prophecy in this world, that will be the end for you and me.