Didn't you? [Mukuro paused in his perusing of the sketchbook to look up at Chikusa Kakimoto, one eyebrow delicately raised.] You have dispatched more of my brethren than any has in your generation. Yet instead of being hailed as a saint or savior, you're feared and shunned.

[He let the book snap shut as he stood at Chikusa's retort, stepping close enough to him that he could reach out and touch him if he felt like. He resisted the urge for a moment, leaning forward with his lips quirked slightly at the corners.]

I merely help grant wishes that are held quietly in the human heart. Most were grateful to know that someone had heard their prayers and cared enough to respond. Are you sure it's not in human nature to 'sin' and be forgiven in endless cycles? What joy is there to be had to be alone and righteous?

[That being said, Mukuro only let out a small laugh, going to return the sketchbook to its rightful place, instead plucking out a textbook.]

You're welcome. Have you shown these to others?