[Mukuro just nods. She's still not totally sure this entire city isn't just something she's dreamt up in her final moments, some ridiculous surreal fantasy her brain spit out as she lay bleeding out.]
I know. A lot of impossible things exist here.
[Like her own life, and younger, kinder versions of the vicious comrades she once had, and magic and monsters and superpowers and she ends up just blurting out:]
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I know. A lot of impossible things exist here.
[Like her own life, and younger, kinder versions of the vicious comrades she once had, and magic and monsters and superpowers and she ends up just blurting out:]
Kuzuryuu has a pet dragon.
[A pause.]
A small one, I mean.