That's what this is, isn't it? They're being targeted. The very thought makes something twist sickeningly in Kurapika's stomach, but the only indication that he feels anything at all is the way that his fingers curl in on the sleeves of his jacket, nails pressing hard into the fleece and creating little crescents. If he were digging his nails into his palms, they would certainly draw blood.
He watches the figure under the blanket like a hawk, eyes assessing as he tries to figure out what's going on. Solomon seems to have some familiarity with what is going on here, and...
Kurapika strains his eyes a bit, chasing his suspicions as he tries to determine if that figure might have a shock of white hair. ]
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That's what this is, isn't it? They're being targeted. The very thought makes something twist sickeningly in Kurapika's stomach, but the only indication that he feels anything at all is the way that his fingers curl in on the sleeves of his jacket, nails pressing hard into the fleece and creating little crescents. If he were digging his nails into his palms, they would certainly draw blood.
He watches the figure under the blanket like a hawk, eyes assessing as he tries to figure out what's going on. Solomon seems to have some familiarity with what is going on here, and...
Kurapika strains his eyes a bit, chasing his suspicions as he tries to determine if that figure might have a shock of white hair. ]