[The whole purpose of this exercise ( other than to see how much a mind could take ) was for Chikusa to sort through his emotions himself, to find what truths he needed to find and come to a conclusion. Still, Mukuro supposed that was too much to ask for someone who spent their every waking moment trying to suppress their feelings, and who had just undergone several lifetimes.

So, Mukuro continued to stroke his hair, looking at the book open in his lap, but gaze unseeing.]

Each outcome came only with something sacrificed. What do you want and what are you willing to give up? Nothing, especially happiness or normality, comes for free. Yet in our world, happiness and normality are next to nonexistent.

[He turned to look at Chikusa, red eye ominous.]

It should put everything into prospective.