In that, Chikusa understands just as well. Him and Ken are united in that intense desire to be useful to Mukuro, to keep being used successfully again and again until their bodies fall apart and they die. He’s not sure if it’s how Ken thinks- likely he doesn’t think much at all, just acts on pure emotion alone- but Chikusa doubts there’s much more to life besides being used by Mukuro. Mukuro and Ken…. The only two reasons, as far as he’s concerned, for something like him to keep on living. To be unable to be of use….

His hand settles over one of Ken’s, light as a ghost’s. “Like I said, Ken… Just a couple of months. If Mukuro-sama can find a sun box that heals…. It might be sooner.” But that’s not the kind of thing that can be a guarantee. It’d be easier to steal something from some high enough ranking Family, but that assumes there’s any Family like that. Getting something from that Arcobaleno Verde is also a consideration but…. Chikusa’s voice keeps going, a quiet lulling sound. “Until then… Mukuro-sama and I will just have to be a little more careful in how we take out enemies. It’s manageable until you’re back again.”