[The sarcastic insulting didn't even phase Mukuro by now. She was used to it. It was reassuring, almost, it was normal.

For now, she focused on listening to what her sister said about ruining her reputation, nodding quietly as she took it all in.]

I'll try not to disappoint you, Junko...I'm guessing the fact you're Ultimate Despair isn't a secret, here?

[As if not disappointing Junko was ever possible for her.

She had a pained expression. Asking much more detail than that was out of the question, because she'd already been told she needed to figure things out herself, and whilst gathering information on the an unfamiliar terrain would be fairly straightforward... everything else wouldn't be anywhere near as easy.

But that wasn't what was causing her despair right now.

Even when she died, everyone - even Naegi - only ever knew her as 'Junko'. No one except her sister knew about her existence at all. It would be the same here too, wouldn't it? Even without the hurt of knowing this act was pointless here, the first thought alone was still enough to cause her despair.

[The flowers on the nearby tables started to wilt, a few petals falling. She idly picked at the one nearest her, but couldn't find the words to express that feeling of painful isolation. Instead, it just came out as: ]

...Do you really think I look like a shoddy bootleg?