After that, Cordis followed Hisoka wherever he went and spent a happy stretch of time with him, though this was not what he had wanted.
All he had wanted was to die quietly, without anyone noticing, but having someone beside him like this did not seem so bad either.
They returned to the place where they had first met, a small alley. Looking at the alley before him, which still seemed to carry a faint smell of blood, Cordis could not help laughing as he teased him.
"I never knew you were so nostalgic."
Hisoka did not answer. Instead, he suddenly turned an expressionless gaze on Cordis. His lips parted as though he was hesitating, before he slowly said, "This is where we first met."
"You appeared out of thin air in front of me like a piece of trash."
"Chrollo often wonders about this too. Just what exactly are you?"
Cordis had apparently not expected Hisoka to ask such a question so suddenly, and he had no idea how to respond.
His gaze wandered, afraid to meet Hisoka's eyes, but a moment later, a derisive chuckle sounded beside his ear. "You've been following me for over a month now, haven't you? If I haven't miscalculated~ your poison will kick in at dawn~"
"You're about to die. You're not seriously planning to take all this crap to your grave, are you?"
"You know I won't be able to sleep at night if I don't find out~"
At those words, Cordis suddenly lifted his bowed head. His sapphire-blue eyes met Hisoka's again, carrying a different emotion. "I'm not from here."
"I know," Hisoka replied.
"I don't really like that place. I always felt I was someone who had no reason to live. My mother back there said so too. My birth