[Damn. Did he set off a traumatic reaction by mentioning her murderer? Her eyes are so unfocused, and he thinks she's hyperventilating... he's kicking himself. Why the hell couldn't he keep his suspicion to himself?! Now she'll worry herself sick over the possibility! He swiftly places the spear on the ground beside the bench, sits next to her, and takes her in his arms. It's painfully clear that he has no practice hugging other people; he's holding her like a big vase of flowers.]
Junko, I won't let her mess with you - if she's here to begin with.
[Still, he can't force himself to downplay his concern now that he has voiced it. Who else if not the Ultimate Despair would have any cause to send the spear to Mukuro?]
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[Damn. Did he set off a traumatic reaction by mentioning her murderer? Her eyes are so unfocused, and he thinks she's hyperventilating... he's kicking himself. Why the hell couldn't he keep his suspicion to himself?! Now she'll worry herself sick over the possibility! He swiftly places the spear on the ground beside the bench, sits next to her, and takes her in his arms. It's painfully clear that he has no practice hugging other people; he's holding her like a big vase of flowers.]
Junko, I won't let her mess with you - if she's here to begin with.
[Still, he can't force himself to downplay his concern now that he has voiced it. Who else if not the Ultimate Despair would have any cause to send the spear to Mukuro?]