[It was difficult, exactly, to pin down what was wrong with their son. They had countless doctors come and go, but neither medicine, isolation, or psychology could seem to help Ken. It was only a matter of time before they had brought in a priest, and while Mukuro was young, there was no denying he was talented. Even in the face of the devil himself, Mukuro didn't forget the verses he needed to say, his hand never wavered from counting the beads along his rosary, and he never lost his composure. One might call it a miracle from god, but Mukuro knew what it truly was.
It was curiosity, to be able to stare into the void of the afterlife and glimpse that perhaps there was something dark and disturbing waiting for them after death.
Mukuro sighed, softly, hand touching his eye, the bruise long since faded.]
You understand what I am about to tell you is to be kept secret. The Joshimas have trusted me with their secret, and it is with their blessing I will impart it onto you. But it carries a heavy weight, and one I do not want to give to anyone else lightly.
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It was curiosity, to be able to stare into the void of the afterlife and glimpse that perhaps there was something dark and disturbing waiting for them after death.
Mukuro sighed, softly, hand touching his eye, the bruise long since faded.]
You understand what I am about to tell you is to be kept secret. The Joshimas have trusted me with their secret, and it is with their blessing I will impart it onto you. But it carries a heavy weight, and one I do not want to give to anyone else lightly.