(Feitan has died one. Actually, Squalo happened to see him right after that, in his terrible mood and flu-like symptoms, hissing over the fact he died in a battle that he had no stakes on, no opinions, nothing. Seething, watching that bonfire and telling Squalo he bows to no one other than Chrollo Lucifer.
The game has definitely changed since then, because he's got his foot on the man's throat, pressing against his Adam's apple ever so slightly and allowing his giggle to echo in the air.)
You not understand. Nen is part of me, make stronger, but sword? Sword the way it is.
(And Fei descends, sitting on top of hips and once more putting his gentle hands around Squalo's throat.)
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The game has definitely changed since then, because he's got his foot on the man's throat, pressing against his Adam's apple ever so slightly and allowing his giggle to echo in the air.)
You not understand. Nen is part of me, make stronger, but sword? Sword the way it is.
(And Fei descends, sitting on top of hips and once more putting his gentle hands around Squalo's throat.)
You sore loser.