[ Right then, Hisoka isn't entirely sure just what he'd be willing to give in order to find something concrete. There's a lot. If only to prove that he can carry his side of things.
But, in the end, there's still no epiphany to be found.
It's no one strong psychic impression that drags him down, but the weight of so many simple, smaller day-to-day fragments when he stretches himself so thin. There has to be something, anything past that dreadful impassivity as the land is cleared. His posture weakens and his head drops forward. He thinks to turn around to speak to Tsuzuki, to ask if they could next try the site where Tsukuyomi lived.
That's all the warning they get before his knees buckle and he starts to drop. ]
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But, in the end, there's still no epiphany to be found.
It's no one strong psychic impression that drags him down, but the weight of so many simple, smaller day-to-day fragments when he stretches himself so thin. There has to be something, anything past that dreadful impassivity as the land is cleared. His posture weakens and his head drops forward. He thinks to turn around to speak to Tsuzuki, to ask if they could next try the site where Tsukuyomi lived.
That's all the warning they get before his knees buckle and he starts to drop. ]