She was ready, as much as she could be-- she'd braced for accusations, absurdly, even though he couldn't remember. Maybe because he couldn't remember. But his first concern was for atonement, and she had to dig her nails into her palms to keep her hands from trembling.

"No," Mukuro murmured, the tiniest quaver betraying her. No, no, he never did anything to her. No, it had all been her pretty poisonous sister. And her. Obedient. "I..." She was weak, she was cowardly. "None of you ever hurt me."