[Peko doesn't remember her, she knows, she's probably coming off as strange-- and she's used to that, really, but it feels somehow worse. Mukuro can't say she really cared about anyone else when she was at the Academy, not when all her thoughts and feelings and everything had been nothing but Junko; there wasn't room for anything or anyone else, but... they'd understood each other. Her silver eyes flick up to meet Peko's crimson red, as striking as she remembers them, even in this younger body.]
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[She takes in a long breath, releases it slowly.]
I wasn't... a good person to know, then, anyway.
[Peko doesn't remember her, she knows, she's probably coming off as strange-- and she's used to that, really, but it feels somehow worse. Mukuro can't say she really cared about anyone else when she was at the Academy, not when all her thoughts and feelings and everything had been nothing but Junko; there wasn't room for anything or anyone else, but... they'd understood each other. Her silver eyes flick up to meet Peko's crimson red, as striking as she remembers them, even in this younger body.]
...Are you all right?