( Slowly, he begins to come back to himself, though the sensations don't fade; he just quickly learns to deal with them. Hisoka has experience handling his pain, even when it's not his own. )

What kind of angel offers that?

( Hisoka doesn't mean to verbalize the question, but his mind is split between a dark night and the present.

Shouldn't an angel already know what happened?)

I have to do something myself. I have to tell somebody about him, his face, how he held me down...

( A hand quickly comes up to cover his mouth, an act used to control the building nausea. )