Right, of course. Chikusa sighs. “Anyone who lives here,” he clarifies, fingers idly stroking and tugging through Ken’s hair. “We have to have been brought here for some sort of reason… And maybe finding out that reason will help get us back to Mukuro-sama. If we start fighting with the others who’ve been brought here… They might keep us out of this place.”

They can’t let that happen. Not until they find out more information and a lead on how to go back to Mukuro.