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It was marked on his skin. He couldn't run away from it. It was marked on his own skin - from his first breath and surely until his last. It was marked on his skin - the numbers were smooth, thin, graceful - they were his sweet tragedy.
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They had no faces. They were just numbers – they were just ideas, images imagined enough by his own mind to be too blurry features that Kurapika really couldn't see.
One day, he sees him - so close, that he only has to stretch his fingers to touch his skin. But if Kurapika manages to touch him, it's only because he wants to kill him.
