[ Unfazed, Mukuro walks on with the hedgehog above. He doesn't seem to have a destination in mind and he tolerates the hand on his elbow by seeming to ignore it. ]
I have one of your rocks. [ A single rock that would have been hard-pressed to stave off the cold. The cold would numb his thinking, numb his hurt, he thought. ]
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I have one of your rocks. [ A single rock that would have been hard-pressed to stave off the cold. The cold would numb his thinking, numb his hurt, he thought. ]