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"That's enough!" Leorio scolded once again. This time, Morgan was first to release her holds harshly. While Kurapika slowly did the same. "Gon, take Morgan away from Kurapika."

The boy could only give a nod.

"Morgan…" He called as he held her still trembling hands and carefully took her outside the tunnel.

The girl just allowed the boy to drag her near the pit. Killua is there as well. She took in a deep breath to calmed herself.

'Damn it. I got carried away.'

Chapter Eight: The Pretty Gambler and the Mass Murderer.

"I've noticed something." Killua started, grabbing all their attention. He didn't give a damn about the fight seconds ago. "It's quite possible that that he's already dead." He suggested.

"Well, it's been several hours, and he hasn't moved an inch." Gon responded, looking over Majitani's body.

Morgan hadn't even thought of that possibility. "Damn, we won't be able to confirm his physical state for ourselves."

Leorio ran over to the edge, peering over intently. He's aim is becoming a doctor- he would surely be able to know. "Damn, it's too far away for us to tell." he admitted. He addressed the criminals on the other side. "We need to check his body." Leorio suggested.

"I just told you, he's unconscious," the cloaked prisoner stated.

"Listen cloaked face…" Morgan started, sounding irritated. She points Majitani's lying body. "Even if that guy were to wake up, he might 'sleep' until our time is up. After all, your purpose isn't victory- it's to keep us here as long as possible, right?"

"Exactly as she says." Leorio seconded. "We can't trust the words of a criminal!" He yelled.

"… Well, in that case, would you like to bet?" The criminal asked slyly. "Is he dead or alive? Let's bet on it."

"A bet?" Leorio repeated, confused. "What are we betting on? We don't have anything."

The prisoner laughed. "Time! We'll bet, and the winner will receive time. Take a look at that black screen over there." They looked where she was pointing and saw the number lit up on the screen. "We can bet up to hours. The minimum bet is 10 hours. The game will be over when one of the gamers is at zero hours. We'll take turns betting. If you lose, the time you have to exit the tower will be reduced by 50 hours. And if I lose, my sentence will increase by fifty years. If you accept the game, I'll let you check to see if he's still alive or not."

"It's a girl's voice." Morgan notified.

"And she's insane- ready to bet her prison sentence." Leorio muttered.

"Don't trust her, Leorio." Kurapika warned. "If we lose, we'll only have twelve hours to exit the tower."

"You're the one saying this?!" Leorio growled. "We're only doing this because you didn't want to give the final blow!"

Morgan scoffed and rolled her eyes. 'Truly unbelievable.'

Kurapika pressed his lips together. "I understand." He said. "I won't say anything more." He looked almost like he was sulking.

'He had the nerve to sulk? That bloody half-assed of a blondie…'

But…

"Still, he's right." Morgan supported his warning. "If she's betting on her sentence, she must be extremely confident."

"I thought you were on bad terms with him?" Killua asked.

She sighed. "It didn't change anything. I'm just being rational."

The white haired brat just hummed playfully.

"It's better if I go." Leorio asserted. "We'll just be waiting for him to wake up. It will still waste our time."

"Ah, that's true," Morgan murmured.

"I accept the challenge!" Leorio called to the other side.

"As I decided the terms of the bet, I'll let you choose the stake in hours." The criminal said.

Leorio thought for a moment. "I bet 10 hours he's alive." Leorio said.

"You're prudent." Kurapika said approvingly.

"This is common sense, isn't it?" Leorio replied, crossing his arms.
"Alright, we'll let you go across and check." The female criminal said.

The bridge extended, and Leorio quickly strode across. He knelt before Majitani and rolled him over, checking his pulse.

"You see?" The female criminal asked, sounding bored. "He only fainted."

The numbers on the screen changed to 40 and 60, in the candidates' favor.

"Yay, Leorio has taken the lead!" Gon cheered.

"I don't like this," Killua mumbled. "It's strongly possible that he won't open his eyes for a very long time. For them its more interesting if he's alive, lying down on the ground. If he lies there during the remaining time, their sentences will be reduced by 72 years."

"Your turn now," the prisoner spoke to Leorio. "Chose the next bet."

"Has he really fainted or not?" Leorio posed the question. "This is the bet."

"Ok, I bet 20 hours he's still unconcious," the prisoner replied. "But how are you going to check?"

"That's easy," Leorio said as he picked up the big freak and hauled him to the edge. He propped the man up, holding him from falling only with his foot and hand. "I'll let him fall. If he's really fainted, he'll die from the fall."

"Are you serious?" the prisoner protested. "Might I remind you that the last match isn't over yet? Such a method won't be accepted!"

"Don't worry," Leorio spoke. "If he dies, we'll admit Kurapica's defeat. You'll have 2 victories on your own. Any objections?"

"No, that's okay," the prisoner sighed. "But in that case, I'm making a change. I'm betting 40 hours that he'll open his eyes."

"Here we are," Leorio smirked. "You're showing your true face. Well, I release him."

"WAIT, NO!" Majitani shouted, scrambling in to the middle of the arena. "DON'T RELEASE ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! You're dumb and I'm silly to mix with you! It's ok! I've lost! I feel more secure in jail!" He ran back to the stage and to safety.

"You knew he would wake up," the prisoner stated.

"So did you," Leorio countered. "Even if I'm just a cadet doctor, I can still tell if he's fainted by his eye movement."

The screen changed to 80/20.

"You only have 20 hours left," the prisoner mentioned.

"Yes, but now the score is 3 to 1," Leorio smirked. "You're turn, what do you want to bet on?"

They're on the lead with 3-1 points.

Leorio's opponent lifter her hood, and much to their surprise, she turned out to be a fairly attractive woman. She had magenta eyes and her long, pink hair was tied up into two big pigtails with yellow ribbons.

Her names' Leroute, sentenced for 112 years for illegal gambling. She proceeded to place her second bet. "Let's bet on whether I'm a woman or a man," She suggested.

Morgan's eyebrow furrowed. 'She obviously a girl. What was the point of this bet?'

She can already smell something bad from this.

"Even if you claim to be woman," Leorio pointed out. "there's no way to be sure.

A sly smile appeared on Leroutes's face. "Well, you can search me until you're satisfied."

'Wut?' Morgan gaped at her indecent words, flushing as the boys beside her shook their heads.

"He's going to bet she's a male." Kurapika commented.

"Yep!" Killua agreed immediately.

Gon, however, looked clueless. "What?" He asked, blinking.

"I'm sure Leorio won't do that. You underestimate him so much." Morgan said nervously. "Let's have a little faith."

"I'll bet ten hours that you're a male!" Leorio declared.

'What the f*ck?!'

"Just as I thought," Kurapika sighed.

"Leorio!" Morgan growled. He's just wasted ten hours simply for his own satisfaction! Hadn't he lectured Kurapika for acting selfish just a while ago?

"Perverted old man…" Killua gurmbled.

"How did you know?" Gon asked, pouting at being left out.

Killua gave Gon a short explanation on how the minds of perverts worked.

Morgan felt perturbed. "You two have the same age. Why would a twelve-year-old boy like you knew such things?"

"Why wouldn't I? Even you know these things, right? Our age gap isn't even that far." He said. "And you were also starstrucked to your opponent earlier."

"No, I did not." Morgan lied.

"Yes, you did. Right, Kurapika?" Killua asked the blonde.

Kurapika wasn't pleased being joined in their conversation but nonetheless he nods. "Sort of."

"I'm a grown-up teenager! It's natural to get attracted! My and Leorio's case are a whole lot different!" She reasoned out.

Killua only replied with a shrug, ending the discussion like her reasons are all bull.

"Sooorry, but I'm a female." The woman simpered. It seemed she'd already known what Leorio would say.
"S-Seriously?" Leorio asked in fake surprise.

"You wanna check?" His opponent asked, folding her arms and glancing at her nails.
Leorio widely smiled. "For sure!"

He's having a great time examining and touching the woman, and his soul is already having a pleased trip to cloud nine.

Morgan groaned, burying her face in her palms. Honestly, doesn't that guy have any sense of shame? She wondered. "We're going to lose." She grumbled. "This was a terrible match-up."

Killua shrugged. "True, but now it's Leorio's turn. Maybe he can turn the tides."

The waited intently for Leorio's bet. Maybe he could choose a topic he knew about, like doctor-stuff. The number of pressure points in the body, for example.

There's no more room for error. If he loses the next wager, the overall score will be 3-2 and they will have fifty fewer hours to escape the tower.

"Leorio!" Gon called the oldest teen. "How about you bet if you're a teen or not?"

Morgan's spirit lifted up. Gon's right. If Leorio gambles his age, there's a big possibility they'll win. "Yeah, Leorio. Bet your age!"

But instead, Leorio looked back with a pissed off face. "Shut up you brats! I told you I'm a teenager! Why is it an issue to you?!"

And that was it. Everything just seemed so hopeless for this match. For a moment, Leroute looked shocked.

"We're screwed." Killua said.

"That was a good thing to bet on." Kurapika commented.

"Argh! That-"The girl couldn't take it anymore and ended up ruffling her hair out of frustration.

In the end Leorio decided to play rock-paper-scissors. They were betting on who would win. Honestly, why did he have to pick such a difficult wager? And Leorio's opponent must have predicted his reasoning and controlled his reactions, defeating him would be so easy.

Leroute declared it's her win for sure, saying she can read minds. Leorio got troubled with it, and he's losing his cool over a blatant lie. That was a good example of a good bluff.

He used rock, same as Leroute. Well, a very nervous person would unconsciously avoid any actions that involves opening up. And Leorio is nervous. Very nervous.

With their next round, Leorio used rock versus Leroute's scissors. Leorio's opponent won the game and he returned to his team with a solemn look.

He shamefully faced the group and apologized. Morgan sighed. Though, losing one point could be acceptable but losing fifty hours is a big loss.

She wants to get mad at him, scream at him. She couldn't do so due to the fact that it was thanks to him Kurapika's match ended.

But he lost in his own match instead. Morgan turned on the spot and promptly flicked Leorio in the ear as hard as she could. Leorio yelped, but didn't protest, as he seemed to realize he deserved that.

"Who's next?" He asked.

"Well, guess I'll just have to win quickly." Killua answered in response. He took a look at Leorio's horrified expression and scowled. "Why are you making a face like that?"

"Damn! Now that I've lost we won't be able to go on!" Leorio cried. "Sorry guys!"

Morgan's throat caught up with something and ended up coughing. No he did not just underestimate him. Morgan thought nervously. After all, she sorts of knew who he is and what he can do.

Killua took an aggressive step forward, but Gon held him back. "Gon, he's seriously starting to irritate me!" Killua complained.

Gon smiled uncertainly as Killua leaned over menacingly. "Now, now."

"Don't give up before we even know what the contest is. Well, if it's something like mental math, I'M surrendering."

"Ah, that's true – maybe we still have a small chance." Leorio allowed.

Kurapika bemoaned Leorio's tactlessness, shaking his head.

'Let's just hope Killua won't kill Leorio before reaching the exit.' Morgan could only hope.

She glanced on the other side as Killua's opponent became visible. Leorio recoiled.

"Killua," Leorio said, eyes wide. "Forget about victory. No matter what, don't fight against him!"

"You know him?" Morgan asked, surprised.

"That's… Johannes the Dissector, he's the worst murderer in Zaban City's history!" He exclaimed. "He chose his victim randomly. One hundred forty-six people, young, old men and women met with brutal deaths by his hands."

With his usual 'I don't give a thing' demeanor, Killua just let this information enter one ear and pass through the other. He walked passively on the metal bridge.
"Hey, Killua!" He yelled over the boy. "Damn, he's not listening."

"We should let him. He might have a plan." Kurapika said.

Yes, she knew Killua kills as well. But how does his ability go? That Johannes looked like he killed people for decades.

"How are we settling this contest?" He asked with a relaxed smile on his face like it was just a simple kid's game.

"Contest?" Johanness asked, his hand was twitching as if itching to crush someone's flesh. "I believe you're confused. This will be a one-sided massacre. I have no interest in the exam or any offer of amnesty. I just want to hear you scream."

"Really, okay. Then the loser is the one who dies." Before Johannes could even make a move to Killua, a whole the same size of a fist formed in his left chest. It happened so fast that it was unsettling to watch.

Morgan's eyes widened, her mouth gape open- her face mirroring a horrified and stunned expression.

Johannes turned around and saw his still pumping bloody heart in Killua's hands, nails were erect and sharp.

"G-Give it back." He managed to speak even he's already out of air, before collapsing to his death. Killua then place the heart into his outstretched hand and went back to his team. The group now led 4-2 points.

"Who is he?" Leorio asked warily.

"That's right. You guys don't know." Gon spoke suddenly upon seeing everyone except Morgan, looking at Killua with new found dread. "Killua comes from an elite family of assassins."

Morgan already knew that.

"A family of assassins?!" Leorio screamed and stepped back as Killua arrived.

"What?" Killua asked the man, confused by his action.

"Umm, well… good work!" He scratched the back of his head and let out a forced appraisal.

"You don't look surprised." Leorio referred to the girl.

Morgan was silent.

"You knew?"

Morgan sighed. "At first, no. I only discovered last night, in an unsightly way."

A panel in one of the walls opened and a bridge came out. "Across the bridge, you'll find a small room to spend the forty-nine hours you gambled away." Lippo said.

"Let's go." Killua asked, looking entirely too unconcerned.

Even the match ended, the scene won't just leave her mind. It kept replaying instead. She gave a quick glance at the young assassin in front. He's just... too young to be exposed in that work.

He's a bloody killer, but he looked normal around them… especially around Gon. It's like…

'Is it possible he's trying his best to be normal around Gon?' She thought.

They entered the waiting-room, and the door locked behind them.

"We have to spend forty-nine hours in this room?" Leorio grumbed as he sat down on one of the armrest-less leather sofas.

He said the words in a way that suggested that he didn't like the room, although Morgan found nothing wrong with it. It was quite spacious, there's big flat TV, two black leather foldable sofas, two foldable chairs, a glass coffee table, a fridge, and a large bookcase in the far corner. There were two doors in the left wall. The carpet was lilac-grey and looked plush.

"Killua," Kurapika called. "Can you tell me how that technique works?"

"Oh, that wasn't even a technique. I just ripped it out." Killua raised his hand and showed them how he manipulated his body a bit by pushing out his sharp nails, like a claw. "Mass murderers are still only amateurs. I used to be a professional. But my old man would've done better. When he removes a heart, you won't even see a drop of blood." He told the group.

Leorio wasn't even sure if that was a thing to be amazed or not. "How reassuring."

As long as he's on their side, then there won't be a problem. Right?

Either way, Morgan found herself fascinated on his technique. She raised her right hand, intently stared at it and tried to force out her nails.

"What do you think you're doing?" Killua asked.

"Just trying. Maybe I could do it too." Morgan answered without even looking up.

Killua scoffed. "First try won't be enough. It took me a while to perfect it." He said. "Why are you interested?"

Morgan gave a shrug. "It seems handy than carrying around daggers."

"Good luck on that." He uncaringly said. "Well, then. We have more than two more days." Killua changed the topic while looking at a mounted monitor on the wall.

49:50

Now how to kill time?

Books seemed the obvious thing to do. Morgan neared the shelf. She scanned through it, the tips of her fingers brushing the covers. Until she finally decided which one to read first.

Morgan sat down and started to read: Social Studies.

'Social and Economic Stratification. Social Classes Defined. A social class consists of those people in a community who are somewhat similar in their economic status, their studies beliefs, their educational attainments, their ways of living, the regard in which other hold them, and their power as some degree, a subculture.'

"Hey Kurapika." Loerio started, "Once we've spent fifty hours here, we'll have fewer than ten hours, right?"

"Yes, that's correct." Kurapika responded, whom was standing near the book shelf, looking out for a book.

Leorio grinned, rather forcedly. "That's way more than enough time!"

"You're a fool." Tonpa blurted while in the middle of drinking his tea. "Phase three lasts seventy-two hours. And each phase is designed to weed out half of the remaining candidates. So, on the average, it' meant to take seventy-two hours. Just more proof that you're an idiot."

'People whose social statuses are similar are not only likely to live in the same neighborhoods, associate largely with one another, and marry one another, but they are also likely to show similarities of speech, manners, and moral standards as compared with people who are higher or lower on the social scale.'

"Well, our chances of reaching the goal within ten hours will depend on the remaining trials." Kurapika added.

"Yeah, that's true." Leorio replied weakly.

"But when we've got a guy who's so down on his luck, he can't even win a simple game of rock-paper-scissor…" Tonpa added, just to annoy the tall guy.

"What was that?" Leorio said rather angrily.

'Because social classes, like other types of stratifications, represent superiority relationships, some writers have compared the class structures of society to a layer of cake which at the top of the cake is a thin layer consisting of a small group of people who have the highest economic and social status.'

"You deliberately lost a bet, just to satiate your libido. Then you chose rock-paper-scissors, a contest you couldn't win."

"Shut up!"Leorio rumbled. You surrendered without even a fight!"

"Sure, I surrendered. But I only wasted a second of our time. You lost, squandering fifty of our remaining hours. Take some responsibility, huh? Besides what kind of Hunter is so bad at gambling?"

'At the bottom is another thin layer representing those whose economic and social status is very low and whom the community regards as of little account. Between these two extremes, at various levels, lie think layers, which represents the great majority of the population-'

Leorio wasn't taking any more so he stood up. "Shut up!" He shouted. "You don't even want to become a Hunter… You only care about ruining our chances."

Killua's skateboard zoomed dangerously across the room, making a loud bang on the wall, instead of Tonpa's head.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Leorio asked in high tone.

"Sorry about that." Gon apologized.

"Don't skateboard inside a tiny room!"

"Aww." He whinnied in complain.

Morgan closed the book with a loud snap. "Bullshit."

The boys looked at her direction.

"Did we disturb you Morgan? We're sorry." Gon worriedly approached.

She just blinked. Finally seeing the faces of the team. Gon looked so troubled. She shook her head. "No. I just read something I don't like." She said, placing the book on the floor. "Besides, I was already out of focus because of these two." She points Leorio and Tonpa with her lips.

"It's because of that fatso. He's getting on my nerves!" Leorio berated.

"Just ignore him. You may be the reason we have to waste our fifty hours in here but I don't blame you." Morgan said.

"Oh really?" Tonpa scoffed, directing to Morgan. "You were so mad when Kurapika wasted just a few hours during his match. Your hypocrisy is something else."

She almost flinches after hearing that. On her peripheral vision, she noticed Kurapika shifting his other leg uncomfortably. Gon and Leorio looked between us a bit worriedly.

Morgan bit her lower lip. Tonpa's right. She let anger the best of her, but then realize sooner how insensitive and rude her words were. Even she doesn't have the guts to kill someone.

She admits, it was awkward around the two of them. But like hell she'll let Tonpa use this gap to destroy the team.

Only one side of her lips curved upwards- mocking. "Done? Whatever issue we have, it's not you're place to butt in. And in case you forget, Leorio was a major help during Kurpika's fight."

That sentence silenced him for good. She just raises a brow at him before rolling her eyes away from Tonpa's figure. She really didn't want to see his annoying face at the moment.

Morgan spotted Leorio's appreciated look as he mouthed 'thank you'. She just smiled and gave a playful wink.

"Now then, let's look something else to play with." Gon initiated.

Killua was going to agree when Leorio stopped him. "It's already midnight, kids! Go to sleep!"

"Aaaw." Gon whinnied.

Killua clicked his tongue, like he wasn't used to other people telling him what to do. "Killjoy old man."

Even Morgan agrees to the tall teen. Did these two ate some chocolates? After all that's happened with the prisoners, they still have some energy left.

Morgan stood up and walked to the lavatory. She washed her face, and arms and her neck. The cool water was enough to at least freshen up a little. How she wishes she could just throw it all over her body.

When she decided to call in for the night and get some sleep, she noticed there wasn't any place (a sofa) to rest on.

Gon and Killua already occupied the sofa near the lavatory and refrigerator. Their bodies perpendicular to it- their heads on the sofa while their feet on the floor.

Leorio occupied the whole sofa to himself. Because of his height, he had to bend his legs.

Tonpa lied down on the cold floor next to Leorio, using his bag as a pillow.

Lastly, blondie. He took the sofa in front of the door. His body lied down just what the young boys did. Two person could share on it.
But they're still not on good terms…

Her eyes went back to Leorio. A thought actually crossed her mind to wake him up and force him to give her some space.

But that would be rude. Knowing, she herself, hates it if someone tries to wake her up from a good night's sleep.

And Leorio's perverted soul might take over, so NO.

Will it be the floor then?

Nope.

This day has been a wreck. The least she could have is sleep something a bit comfy.
She'll just have the boys to adjust for her. "Gon, is it okay to scoot a bit? If you don't mind."

He smiled. "Of course-."

"Not." Killua added.

Morgan just raised a brow. "Why not?"

"The space will get smaller. Looking at you, you'll move a lot."

Wearing her stern face, one brow rolling up, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Gon looked like he moves a lot than me. Even you."

"I don't-"

Morgan didn't bother listening to Gon's response. "And to tell you in advance, I don't move and I don't even snore. Does that satisfy you?"

"I think it's actually fine-" Killua interrupted Gon.

"No it's not. My issue here is space. How can I rest comfortably if all three of us are cramping in this sofa?" He complained.

Which is rather childish.

Well, he is a child.

"I wasn't really asking you."

"Hmm. Still no."

Morgan wants to argue back. She breathed out right after stopping herself. "An Assassin… A floor is better than having a whole in a chest."She murmured to herself, reminding herself repeatedly.

Killua remains an enigma.

Someone cleared his throat. "My sofa can occupy one more." Blondie suddenly talked. Three of them looked at him, "You can share with me." With their stares, his invitation sounded reluctant.

"Well there you have it. Answer to your problem. Go on..." He said, shooing her away.

She had the time to glare at him before looking back once again to the blonde. "Uh, yeah. Thanks." Who was she to refuse the offer.

Morgan walked over to Kurapika's sofa and placed herself beside him. There was a good space between them, but still near.

Sleeping beside him wasn't the hardest part at all. She could ignore blondie if she wants.

The girl closes her eyes. Then blink and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes and sighed.

She closed her eyes, blink and stare the ceiling then sigh...

Close, blink, stare, sigh...

It became a routine for... She lost track of time, actually... Has it been thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours?

Now that she can finally rest, her brain won't cooperate!

Sweeping her gaze about the room, she observed Leorio sprawled over his couch, already deeply asleep, and Killua and Gon curled up on the same couch. Though she doubted Killua was actually sleeping (since no assassin worth his salt would let his guard down in a room full of people), the sight still allayed some of her worries.

"Should I move?"

Morgan was shocked hearing Kurapika's voice. He's awake. "Umm, no? Why should you?"

"You seem to have trouble sleeping. I might be the reason." He said, back facing her.

Her forehead creased. "Don't get ahead of yourself. It's not you, blondie."

"I see..." He was silent for a few... "I'm sorry about earlier."

'Oh, never seen that coming.'

"Nah, don't be. Besides, I was rude at you on our first meeting and I kind of pushed you a bit." She said. "Quits?"

She felt a slight movement. Wondering if he nodded.

"Quits."

'Maybe he did nod.' She cleared her throat as she faced the celling.

"We're basically strangers to each other. It's totally natural for us to squabble. Maybe I'm just mad because... I don't understand your views on killing," She declared, and Kurapika turned curiously. "I thought you wanted to be a blacklist hunter."

Kurapika turned away, and for a second she thought he wouldn't answer. Not like she's anticipating anything from him. "…I don't really want to be a blacklist hunter," he admitted. "It's not like I'm after all the criminals in the world. I just want to avenge my clan."

"And you think you can do that without killing anyone?" She asked directly, referring to his refusal to kill Majitani.

Kurapika sucked in a breath. "The Phantom Brigade is composed of horrible murderers of the worst kind," Kurapika said, passionate with anger. "I will kill when I confront the Phantom Brigade, but not before then."

"That will put you at a severe disadvantage," She pointed out. She just hoped he's eyes won't turn crimson.

"How so?" Kurapika asked. To her relief, he didn't sound particularly angry.

"Well, from what I can tell, the members of the Brigade don't seem to have any morals," She explained. "If you've got all of yours, then you won't be able to confront them on even ground."

Kurapika was silent for a long while.

"Anyway, we should probably use these fifty hours to get some rest. I mean, we might not be able to afterwards."

"…That's true," Kurapika said, reluctantly forgoing the argument, "but somehow I don't feel comfortable lowering my guard in this room." He glanced around and pointed out the unhidden cameras. "We're being constantly monitored."

"I don't think anyone would be able to sneak up on all six of us at once," Morgan pointed out, though she could fully understand Kurapika's hesitancy. She, too, couldn't feel entirely relaxed while stuck in a small, enclosed space, possibly surrounded by enemies.

Oh, maybe that's the reason she can't sleep.

"it's not like we can stay awake for fifty hours, anyway." He said.

"It has been a long day," She agreed, pursing her lips in thought. She looked around, envied Leorio, who seemed to be entirely unconcerned with his surrounding environment. "I'm going to get some sleep now."