Hana blinked, caught off guard by his question. "What do you mean? Of course, I'm fine,"
Gon studied her face for a moment. "I mean, what happened earlier."
Hana paused, lost in thought for a moment. As realization dawned on her, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "I'm alright, really. But I prefer you don't do it out of the blue next time."
Gon chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Hana, I wasn't talking about that. I meant how you're coping after killing someone for the first time."
Hana hesitated for a moment, her gaze drifting away. When she finally spoke, there was a subtle quiver in her voice.
"It's not the first time I've witnessed violence or gore. But being directly responsible for it... knowing that I caused that harm... it's repulsing."
Hana looked away, her fingers nervously twirling a strand of her hair.
