It's not your fault. [And that's perhaps the only thing she's certain of. Her voice is firm, but somehow still gentle, as if her words could embrace him.] He chose to come with us. He knew the risks. We all did.

[And yet, she knows she has little if any power to help him through this. At best, she can tell him Hisoka might come back, but that seems cruel.]

I don't think he would want you to blame yourself. You did what you could, and so did he.

[The words feel as good as dead leaves in the fall, but they're all she has for him right now. They aren't close enough that she'd hug him, and... well, she doesn't have any tissues.]