"Chrollo, go to hell!"
"Calm down, Coola. You know I'm dead, and it's because of you."
"Then die again for me!"
Boom!!
Quietly watching the books, potted plants, chairs, and tables pass through his "body" strangely, Chrollo felt a little funny.
"Why bother? You can't hit it. In the end, you have to deal with it yourself..."
HE is undoubtedly.
