[Ah, of course he couldn't expect such words to be of comfort to a priest who was actually devote. Mukuro sighed softly as he turned away heading back towards the kitchen.]

What else would you like to hear from me priest, priest? My words are still lies, no matter what, aren't they?

[He headed towards the table to rinse out his cup, then gently pocketed the sketch he had been given so it hopefully wouldn't crease.]

It's getting late. I'll leave you to your busy plans.