...[She is quiet for a while, and it isn't a normal sort of quiet. Somewhere, something is...pushing. Just at the edge of her mind, a feeling she can't quite name, like not quite being conscious, after a long sleep.
So it's fair to say maybe it's not quite Hisoka that leans over him on the bed, one hand pressed just over his heart. The weird, echoey resonance to her voice may be a hint.]
The truth of your name is in the tale of a snake. Remember it and you will remember the rest.
[A pause. And she blinks, sinking down to press her face to the mattress.]
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So it's fair to say maybe it's not quite Hisoka that leans over him on the bed, one hand pressed just over his heart. The weird, echoey resonance to her voice may be a hint.]
The truth of your name is in the tale of a snake. Remember it and you will remember the rest.
[A pause. And she blinks, sinking down to press her face to the mattress.]
...I...have no idea what that meant.