[It was asked almost idly, Mukuro still leisurely flipping through Chikusa's sketchbook. Even if it wasn't real, he had taken great pains to recreate it, right down to the minute details in each talented sketch.
That astute observation made Mukuro look up, amused, gaze sharpening. This one was an intelligent one, but not one of the humans who boasted about it like it was such a great thing. No, this one seemed to know the price of what intelligence brought. Isolation. Loneliness. Nothing but trouble. Though, perhaps Mukuro was contributing more to the last than anything else.]
Is anything you know real? That book you cling to so fervently, those prayers you know by heart, the god you supposedly pray to?
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[It was asked almost idly, Mukuro still leisurely flipping through Chikusa's sketchbook. Even if it wasn't real, he had taken great pains to recreate it, right down to the minute details in each talented sketch.
That astute observation made Mukuro look up, amused, gaze sharpening. This one was an intelligent one, but not one of the humans who boasted about it like it was such a great thing. No, this one seemed to know the price of what intelligence brought. Isolation. Loneliness. Nothing but trouble. Though, perhaps Mukuro was contributing more to the last than anything else.]
Is anything you know real? That book you cling to so fervently, those prayers you know by heart, the god you supposedly pray to?
[Gdi Mukuro this is why you have no friends.]