[While she’s not interested in taking a break. Now is a good to to assess some things, having now walked off the initial shock. Mukuro commandeers a nearby stone slab, taking a seat on it before pressing her hand into her chest.]
...I had injuries before showing up here. [did she lie about that earlier? oops. Talking aloud makes it a little easier to think, though.]
My clothes were different, as well. Which implies time has passed, and my wounds were healed and clothes replaced.
However...[she pinches a strand of hair with her fingers.] My hair is the exact same length as it was when this started. Which implies no time has passed.
[she holds her hand up to the sun, staring into the tattoo on the back of her hand.]
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...I had injuries before showing up here. [did she lie about that earlier? oops. Talking aloud makes it a little easier to think, though.]
My clothes were different, as well. Which implies time has passed, and my wounds were healed and clothes replaced.
However...[she pinches a strand of hair with her fingers.] My hair is the exact same length as it was when this started. Which implies no time has passed.
[she holds her hand up to the sun, staring into the tattoo on the back of her hand.]
It doesn’t make sense.