Rosalia's pronouncement was, of course, expected, but there had still been that tiny seed of doubt and worry that now dried up and disappeared. Kurapika didn't think he'd be able to go through forcing himself to learn a new fighting style a second time with the knowledge that he could get discarded and his efforts wasted at any moment. He'd probably go utterly mad.

And then hot on the heels of his relief came dismay and chagrin: being a weapon wasn't an entirely good thing. He was going to have to rely on a meister to fight once again. It was because of this reliance that he'd had to get along with Kuroro in the first place.

He couldn't completely hide the confused turn his thoughts had taken as he gave a faint, if genuine smile. "Thank you," Kurapika said, at least grateful to Rosalia for getting rid of that one uncertainty for him. "Is there anything else I need to do?"

He could see the x-ray image of his soul--his first time seeing what it looked like, for that matter, and wasn't surprised to see it looking as angry as his roiling emotions always seemed to feel like. The chain made it look... tied down. Shackled.

There was a piece of irony in there somewhere that he was too tired to figure out just then.