[There's no point in wasting his energy on an answer they both know, so Chikusa doesn't bother. All he does is stare at the food, and everything it represents. In its own way, it's the answer to the question Mukuro asks right after.]
[If only getting it from his lips was as easy as getting it from that little restaurant.]
...Things I don't know.... maybe. [Finally, he reaches out to pick up a roll himself.] I don't expect you to understand that...
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[If only getting it from his lips was as easy as getting it from that little restaurant.]
...Things I don't know.... maybe. [Finally, he reaches out to pick up a roll himself.] I don't expect you to understand that...