I would be lying if I said there was not some part of me that wishes she would join us, that I might face her on even footing. That I might visit upon her a fraction of the pain, suffering, and anguish that she inflicted on me, my friends, and my world.

Junko is beyond salvation or redemption... her sister, I hope is not. After all, if Mukuro is beyond such things, the hope that I myself am grows dimmer as well.