[Back turned to Nao, Killua nods just once. He seemed the type who would be better suited to working in a library or something equally mundane, not monitoring alien rugrats.

Killua listens to Nao’s explanation as he works his way down the hall, the children seated on his back occupied with combing their hands through his hair. It’s nothing grand, and it’s the kind of answer Killua expected, but when it’s bounced back at him, all he can offer initially is a shrug.]

Dunno.

[But he does know. It’s hard to put his explanation into words in a way that doesn’t feel embarrassing to cough out, but he manages eventually.]

It’s important, right? Making sure kids get the attention they need when they’re little so they can grow up to be strong people. Obviously I’m pretty bad at this, but in the beginning, that was the idea.

[Because everyone deserves a fair shot at happiness, and that’s the sentiment Killua leaves out.]