"Tell us another story."
Queen Bee looked at everyone, anticipation shining in her amber eyes like a child who had just finished a fairy tale and wanted to hear the next one.
Everyone exchanged glances.
"I'll go first." Killua shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against a rock formed from solidified honey. "I'll talk about my family."
His tone was flat, as if he were talking about someone else's life.
"My family is a family of assassins. Ever since I was born, killing was my daily homework. At two, I trained poison resistance. At three, stealth. At four, bomb disposal. My brother is a freak. He liked locking me in dark rooms to reflect on my mistakes. My dad was even worse. He said assassins didn't need emotions."
He paused, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Then I ran away. That's when I met this idiot during the Hunter Exam."
He pointed at Gon.
"He insisted on being my friend. I couldn't shake him off no matter what. So I had no choice but to keep him around."
Gon grinned.
"Killua, you're such a tsundere! You were clearly happy too!"
"Who was happy?" Killua turned his face away, though the tips of his ears had reddened slightly.
Queen Bee listened, utterly absorbed.
"My turn next!" Leorio raised a hand and cleared his throat. "I'll tell you why I became a doctor."
His expression turned serious.
"When I was little, I had a good friend who got a strange illness. Our town was poor, and we couldn't afford a doctor. He lay there right in front of me, little by little... fading away."
His voice grew hoarse.
"Back then, I decided I'd become a doctor. I wanted to make sure children in the future wouldn't die just because