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  Aside from the recent and sudden Next she hears her name, with a sudden hitch of breath, sapphire eyes blink rapidly; not wanting to turn just yet. 

   ”Huuuh?" voice itched with amusement, she meets with that of her twin. 

   ”AHAHA!! Would you look at this! Already I’m gonna be met with the disappointment of my sister! I wonder what took you soooo long to return?" Of all things, they brought back her sister?

   Junko is surprised, considering the factors; why would the scientists waste their time? She doesn’t know, of course— but the gal will definitely make sure it ends in her favour. To have her twin back was a blessing and a curse, more so a curse; so Junko would state.

     It was hard to tell if she could feel happy, or sad.

     "I couldn't control it. I mean, if I had a choice then I would have came back sooner." Or maybe not at all. She shouldn't be alive after all and the betrayal from her beloved sister still hurt. Being dead might have been better, but now she was alive, Mukuro had to do what she could to support her sister.

     And find out the truth about her actions, along with what else had happened after she died and with their plan, too. Or perhaps it was better to call it Junko's plan.

     "I suppose so."

"That’s right. I…I really think things can be different this time!" He insists, intent on seeing the brightest side of the situation. "Everyone’s been brought back, and…I’m not going to hold it against you or anyone else."

     Taking in a deep breath and allowing herself to collecting both her thoughts and emotions, she had finally come up with a response. "Yes. I... wouldn't mind becoming friends with you," again. If he wasn't going to hold it against her then that was good!

"That’s…right, Ikusaba-san. For some reason this city can bring the dead back to life…I’ve seen other classmates of ours around too." Why’s he being so nice? Naegi places a hand on his chin but just smiles at her. "I…want things to be different this time. This isn’t the School Life of Mutual Killing anymore, the whole situation’s changed, and even then, I…"

He places a hand on his chest.

     It was just like she thought. Those who died were somehow able to come back to life, and this meant... if what he said was true, then they must have went through the class trials and a few people died. "How many, I wonder," Mukuro muttered to herself.

Something catch his attention. A girl. Seems that she’s harmed? Matsuda tilts his head whilst closing eyelids to visualize better. 

Oh… He knows that face, that sullen face. Junko’s sister? The group is back, uh. However, he’s not someone close to a gentleman, but she seems... Harmed. He tooks the chance to approach her, faster.

     This would mean that her being alive, was not strange either. Perhaps those men in white wished to see how a former dead person acted when they found out they could breath air again.

     "I am fine." Mukuro started and then looked down at her clothes, pinching parts of the fabric to examine it closer. "I was just... something had happened to me back home, but I am unharmed for now." And she was thankful for that.

     Sort of.

    ❝Ikusaba-san. I am not one to meddle in family affairs. I understand how much Enoshima-san means to you, and how you must want to reunite with her. But… here, you have a chance to begin your life separately from her wishes. If you were to accept my help, I would do as much as necessary to ensure your safety.❞

( she’s beginning to sound a little desperate, and she knows it. Kirigiri empties her expression of any lingering hopelessness and clears her throat. )

     Help was offered, too, but even then she felt uneasy and a little lost on what to do. Junko was here, and she didn't know for how long or what she was doing. That was her sister, the one she was born from the same womb and nearly at the same time.

     "If she was happy and it was the despair that she wanted then... that's okay." The fact her sister was dead, or did die was painful. But she wouldn't cry and neither would she show any sadness. There was no point.

( Kirigiri can’t truly understand what it must be like, to want someone’s love and acceptance so much that you answer to their every beck and call, that you… you follow them to your demise. But Ikusaba-san… Ikusaba-san, who had once been her friend… she can commiserate. )

"…Ikusaba-san?"

     "Naegi-kun..."