[11.2]

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Ever since Zevil, Gloves had not felt the current stream through her veins.

The storm inside her was deadly calm.

She was practically useless.

The ivory necklace completely muted her powers.

Yet, as she struggled with all her might to lift a tea cup, she didn't mind.

Because if she couldn't use her electricity,

She couldn't kill.

She could touch.

She could feel.

She could live.

|::|

The four of them were back at the gates of the Zoldyck mansion.

Gon pushed open the door, and they went to find Killua.

Gloves was nervous about this meeting.

What should she say?

Would he remember her?

The last time...

He stared at her like she was nothing to him.

Yet,

He meant everything to her.

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