For all that Mukuro would like to proclaim he was his own and no one else's, he had began to notice changes in himself since he defeat at the hands of Sawada Tsunayoshi, at meeting the girl he had renamed Chrome Dokuro. While he would like to believe he was an unchanging force, above everyone else, he had started to become more aware of the emotions of others, of how there were different paths to interacting with people. His earliest relationships had been shaped by the need to survive, nothing else. People were tools to be used and discarded once they were broken.
And yet...
It was distressing, more than he dared imagine, to think of the torture that Chikusa had to endure. What he might have to endure in the future just by knowing him. But for all of his wisdom and knowledge, Mukuro could see no other path for himself. There was still people in the world who deserved to drown in their own blood, and there were few willing to dirty their hands in such a manner. Nor were many as good at it as Mukuro was. He had always said he had gone through hell, but he had rarely gone there alone. So why now of all times was it starting to bother him?
He squeezed Chikusa's shoulder comfortingly enough, squinting into the sun as they stepped out. Their hideout wasn't that far, an hour's drive via car. While a good portion of his enemies believed he could transport at will, it was nothing so dependable. And at his current level, it was impossible with two people of flesh and blood.
"I wouldn't have offered if it would be, would I?" It was said with only a tinge of amusement, and he helped Chikusa into the car easily enough, flicking his bangs out of his face. "Rest."
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And yet...
It was distressing, more than he dared imagine, to think of the torture that Chikusa had to endure. What he might have to endure in the future just by knowing him. But for all of his wisdom and knowledge, Mukuro could see no other path for himself. There was still people in the world who deserved to drown in their own blood, and there were few willing to dirty their hands in such a manner. Nor were many as good at it as Mukuro was. He had always said he had gone through hell, but he had rarely gone there alone. So why now of all times was it starting to bother him?
He squeezed Chikusa's shoulder comfortingly enough, squinting into the sun as they stepped out. Their hideout wasn't that far, an hour's drive via car. While a good portion of his enemies believed he could transport at will, it was nothing so dependable. And at his current level, it was impossible with two people of flesh and blood.
"I wouldn't have offered if it would be, would I?" It was said with only a tinge of amusement, and he helped Chikusa into the car easily enough, flicking his bangs out of his face. "Rest."