[For once, Chikusa would have been relieved if Mukuro-sama had gone on one of his usual melodramatic speeches. Just listening to him, timing the inhale-exhale of his lungs to match, was helping his sense of self come back to where it was supposed to be. No more tidal wave of emotions and experiences to overwhelm him, just the aftershocks.]
[That he was being given an answer was even better, and Chikusa looked up into that mismatched stare, still curled up against the other. A nod, more felt than seen against Mukuro's leg.]
It's not worth it. That life.
[Even in the best case scenario, the one most devoid of bloodshed but also devoid of the others, there'd been that hollowness. It had disrupted every bit of peace and normalcy in that life, always lurking.]
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[That he was being given an answer was even better, and Chikusa looked up into that mismatched stare, still curled up against the other. A nod, more felt than seen against Mukuro's leg.]
It's not worth it. That life.
[Even in the best case scenario, the one most devoid of bloodshed but also devoid of the others, there'd been that hollowness. It had disrupted every bit of peace and normalcy in that life, always lurking.]