If Ken doesn’t know, then there’s no possible way that Chikusa can know either. It’s a frustrating enigma, a frightening one that’s all the worse right now because of how frayed his nerves had become at Ken’s absence to start with. Yet if there’s anyone he will try for outside of Mukuro… Ken is it every time. There’s no one else even close.

He’s wracking his brain for any kind of answer chin tucked in and bangs falling limply, when Ken finally speaks again. “Weeks,” he murmurs immediately, not thinking for once or taking it slow. For once, anxiety overtakes depression, although he’s never had the words to describe it as such. “I’ll make sure it’s only weeks, Ken. Mukuro-sama has left us to do things on his own for longer than that... hasn’t he?”