He mentally raised an eyebrow at Suzaku's relief. What a kind soul, he mused. Mukuro didn't believe in human kindness, as a general rule. He wondered what sort of other motivation there might be, or at least, some other darker emotion. It was worth paying attention to, maybe his roommate would be more than just informative, in the future.

". . . different times isn't unheard of where I'm from, but different universes?" Mukuro sounded incredulous. Time was something that the mafia had been able to puncture with their ten year bazooka, so it didn't seem unlikely that there were other ways to do so. Universes, though. . . ah, what another door of opportunity.