He knows they don't know how to kill. They've never even thought of it, imagined it. Which is why Zangetsu knew he had to be the one. And despite what they might think, he takes no pleasure in it. Not an ounce. Sure, there is the rush of battle, the tingle of adrenaline. But it was empty.
Ha. Hollow.
Zangetsu holds on as the body goes through the motions, nerves and brain firing randomly. Finally, the movement stops. But the soul remains trapped in the dead body, slumbering but present. ... Fae magic, surely. But without that, Zangetsu has no way of knowing the creature is 100% dead. He slides his horn from the wound, and it drips with blood and brain matter.
Then, there is the first sign of emotion that Zangetsu has shown the whole hunt; a deep, shuddering sigh. He stands, and he draws the slender sword on his hip from its scabbard. With one smooth motion, he stabs the blade into Gon's heart, to ensure he's stopped all life functions.
All told, it was a much cleaner kill than expected. But... still. Seeing the eye socket like that. It gave him an unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
He removes the arrows and tosses them to one side. Then he rips the sleeve from his left arm. With the black inner portion, he wipes the blood and gore from his horn, from his sword, and from Gon's face. Then, he tears a vaguely square-shaped piece of the outer white cloth and places it over the beast's face.
He speaks words quietly, for only the body to hear. "I'm sorry, my friend. If there is any mercy in this fuckin' wretched world, you won't remember a moment of this."
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Ha. Hollow.
Zangetsu holds on as the body goes through the motions, nerves and brain firing randomly. Finally, the movement stops. But the soul remains trapped in the dead body, slumbering but present. ... Fae magic, surely. But without that, Zangetsu has no way of knowing the creature is 100% dead. He slides his horn from the wound, and it drips with blood and brain matter.
Then, there is the first sign of emotion that Zangetsu has shown the whole hunt; a deep, shuddering sigh. He stands, and he draws the slender sword on his hip from its scabbard. With one smooth motion, he stabs the blade into Gon's heart, to ensure he's stopped all life functions.
All told, it was a much cleaner kill than expected. But... still. Seeing the eye socket like that. It gave him an unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
He removes the arrows and tosses them to one side. Then he rips the sleeve from his left arm. With the black inner portion, he wipes the blood and gore from his horn, from his sword, and from Gon's face. Then, he tears a vaguely square-shaped piece of the outer white cloth and places it over the beast's face.
He speaks words quietly, for only the body to hear. "I'm sorry, my friend. If there is any mercy in this fuckin' wretched world, you won't remember a moment of this."