[France smiles, a smaller one than Killua is probably used to seeing from him, but it's also a much more honest expression than he usually wears.]

When I was young, I would see humans who looked my age and their brothers and sisters. They lived on the estates of my lords and would run around the kitchens and out in the fields and I thought -

[He stops abruptly, eyes flicking to the side, and the smile warps slightly as he sets his teeth against himself, his own words. France is silent for a long moment, swallowing heavily before he turns back to Killua. When he speaks, his voice is a bit rough and rather sad.]

I envy you, Killua.