[My, my, wasn't that interesting? Mukuro leaned forward, elbows on the table as if he could somehow drink Chikusa Kakimoto's anger straight from him if he was close enough, eyes half lidded and intent. His voice hissed out almost like a snake's, whip quick and ceaseless.]

None of us has seen him since we were cast out. For all we know, he has long since been killed by the devil and his corpse has been left to bleed out on his throne. All our existence proves is this: we are listening and yet your god is not.

[He canted his head to the side, hair spilling across his shoulder.]

For all that you have seen, have you ever once witnessed a miracle?