[ khun watches the man's obvious end approach impassive, cold. someone like this...they need to be broken first or they won't yield. sometimes in body, sometimes in spirit and not at all as straightforward as what he's witnessing in front of him. broken bones hurt but they're a familiar pain for those who've trained their body. a myriad of options run through his head and khun sighs, shaking his head in time with the clank of metal against dirt at the burial.

he's thought as much, but it's been made more apparent now. ]

...you're not cut out for this, Kurapika. You should leave these kinds of jobs up to people like me who don't care about others. [ it might sound harsh, but it's less of a judgment and more him trying to be factual, and in his own way, comforting. ]