(The accusation isn't for killing a child -- a term Hisoka fails to really apply to himself -- but for doing so under these circumstances. They'll be little to no resistances, a fact that nearly causes his cheeks to burn.

Henry quickly takes his thoughts in another direction.)

A curse? That's crazy. It doesn't mean there's something like that happening just because they can't diagnosis it. There are a lot of things about the human body doctors don't understand, even expensive ones.

(Oh, but a part of him wants to believe it. A part of him wants to think that this stranger can come into his 'room' and take the pain away. It's been two years since Hisoka has known what it's like to not hurt. The sensible portion of him knows he's dying, and this man can't do what a legion of doctors couldn't, but what if...

Ah. A price. Of course.

Hisoka flinches as he shifts again. For what reason should he hide the truth? Most of the staff already whispered about his weird abilities.)

I'm locked up because they think I'm a monster. I can pick up their emotions through touch, and sometimes by being close if they're...strong enough. (A deep breath.) It's dangerous for a monster to run free.