[What would they say? What would they think? Chikusa doesn't know, but he can imagine the looks they would give him. There would be no need to hide anything from him then, no need to fake politeness and civility. Merely thinking about it has his fingers tighten around his mug, and his head bows further.]
[He'd be excommunicated. Surely.]
[It's a horrifying idea. Certainly, his life might be hollow, he might be shunned, but he's still part of something. There's still that community. Without it, without his faith, he's...]
no subject
[He'd be excommunicated. Surely.]
[It's a horrifying idea. Certainly, his life might be hollow, he might be shunned, but he's still part of something. There's still that community. Without it, without his faith, he's...]
[What is he?]
[Chikusa doesn't answer. Fortunately, Mukuro doesn't press.]
Being contradicting or having desires?