Oh, Chikusa. His apathy was truly formidable, and at times, Mukuro had wondered if he could take a lesson from the other boy in it. Perhaps if he was able to distance himself more from his rage, he and the others wouldn't suffer so. Then he remembered that kind of soft, weak willed sort of thinking had been what had killed the rest of those children in the lab. That kind of uncaring disinterest from the other mafia families had allowed those atrocities to continue, despite the fact they had known full and well what had been occurring in the Estraneo labs.

"My, my, so selfless." Though he hadn't expected anything less. The question had mostly been for the benefit of the last Brasso instead of Chikusa.

Without blinking an eyelash, he let his illusion sweep forward and swallow the Brasso fool, his screams audible as his shaking hand dropped the gun. His body followed not soon afterwards, bleeding from every orifice. Overriding someone's senses was never pretty, but Mukuro appreciated it all the same.

He didn't spare the man another glance, instead walking forward towards Chikusa, assessing the damage. "You held out well, Chikusa." He reached forward, gloved hand stroking Chikusa's cheek soothingly. He'd probably have to carry the other boy out of here. Even with his best efforts, he wouldn't be able to possess Chikusa and get his body to walk out.