[They would always be the Despair Sisters. She would always follow Junko, try and help her achieve the despair she so desperately craved. After all, Mukuro was - in her mind - the only one who had ever really understood her sister.

At least, that’s what she thought... but if that were the case, then she should have seen Junko’s betrayal coming, right?

And perhaps if that were the case, she also shouldn’t have been as surprised that she admitted that truth outright. At least...at least her death had meant something.]

That’s... I’m glad I could do that.

Me too.

The despair of a betrayal... and the despair of my own death. I felt it, too.

[It was strangely cold.

She even found herself gripping onto the mug of awful hot chocolate to try and warm up her hands.]