"..."

Nanami bent down to Mukuro's height but made no move to approach her while she was in that state; instead, she rested her hands on her knees to keep her balance and watched Mukuro silently. Honestly, it didn't take her long to realise exactly why...the soldier would have been in such a state. If she was right in her assumption, Mukuro...would had to have been brought here from after her death. The city was strange like that, being able to bring the deceased back to life - after all, Nanami herself was a living example of that - but...she hadn't taken her previous death as bad as Mukuro was now.

Then again, she couldn't really blame her. Just like the other members of Super High-School Level Despair, her classmates, Mukuro was just as much of a victim of Junko's influence. It was completely understandable, and Nanami had no qualms with waiting for the other to finally steady her breathing. She simply crouched there, her eyes fixed on the trembling soldier before her, waiting for her to finally decide when they should leave.