[Between being forced to watch and manipulation, we all became her envoys of despair.]
[I was one of the few people that Junko didn't need to manipulate. She . . . saw me. My loneliness. She gave me what I wanted the most: a purpose.]
[This time, the look she gives Mukuro . . . it's not cold, not exactly. It's shrewd. For the first time, she looks at Mukuro like a puzzle. The thing is that she could manipulate Mukuro. She could manipulate Komaeda, too. It would be easy. They're really, really easy to read. Mukuro is an open book right now.]
[But she doesn't. She won't. That's what Cassel does. That's not her. She might be crazy, but she's not a coward, and she'll never take the coward's way out. Not even now. Not when what's being said to her makes her feel sick. If she wasn't a fucking ghost, she'd be on her knees over the toilet right now, anger and illness and wrong.]
[But she still does it. She floats over to the refrigerator. She opens it, then opens the cheese drawer. She digs around in it, pulling the few items she has out and dropping them carelessly on the counter. Her fingers are cold, but not from the fridge, when she pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it, hands it to Mukuro in silence. Watches.]
[It says:]
Junko Enoshima MW — Ko
[It's just a hunch. Just a hunch. But her hunches — they tend to pan out.]
cw emeto
[I was one of the few people that Junko didn't need to manipulate. She . . . saw me. My loneliness. She gave me what I wanted the most: a purpose.]
[This time, the look she gives Mukuro . . . it's not cold, not exactly. It's shrewd. For the first time, she looks at Mukuro like a puzzle. The thing is that she could manipulate Mukuro. She could manipulate Komaeda, too. It would be easy. They're really, really easy to read. Mukuro is an open book right now.]
[But she doesn't. She won't. That's what Cassel does. That's not her. She might be crazy, but she's not a coward, and she'll never take the coward's way out. Not even now. Not when what's being said to her makes her feel sick. If she wasn't a fucking ghost, she'd be on her knees over the toilet right now, anger and illness and wrong.]
[But she still does it. She floats over to the refrigerator. She opens it, then opens the cheese drawer. She digs around in it, pulling the few items she has out and dropping them carelessly on the counter. Her fingers are cold, but not from the fridge, when she pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it, hands it to Mukuro in silence. Watches.]
[It says:]
Junko Enoshima
MW — Ko
[It's just a hunch. Just a hunch. But her hunches — they tend to pan out.]