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Gloves sat alone, well, mentally anyways.

Aboard the airship, she avoided Hisoka. 

She wasn't sure why. She wanted to see him.

The nice blue-eyed boy who wasn't afraid of her.

He had laughed, and joked about killing.

She wanted to be like that. 

Free.

As she searched for Killua, she passed by a window.

The lighting was just so, and she saw her own reflection.

What will I tell him? Gloves wondered. 

She took off a glove.

She touched her face slightly. 

Just as she expected, it happened again.

She wanted to electrify herself, but the lighting only bounced off another field harmlessly.

She put her gloves back on, and went back to Hisoka.

He wouldn't understand. 

He's different.

He's free.



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