"Who am i?"
In all honesty, I doubt that matters any.
My name is taboo.
I've been in prison many times
In many lives.
And I'm a liar. A special kind of liar. Society likes to call me an 'illusionist.'
But I'm just a liar.
Nothing more.
A liar that has to weave his way through life.
Weave through by killing, and lying.
I'm a traditore, an omicida, and society agrees.
Very rarely am I accepted by anyone.
They only follow their primitive instinct of gratitude.
Gratitude caused by instances of pure coincidence.
No. I don't matter at all.
"Then, what matters?"
Tsunayoshi: The embodiment of everything appealing in any god that has ever been created.
Gentle as the wind, warm like the sun, powerful like the lightning, beautiful like the rain, unjudgemental like the mist, and soft like the clouds.
He is the sky that holds me like the lies never happened, and believes I truly matter.
I am Rokudo Mukuro.
But, all that matters is Tsunayoshi.
Tratidore: Traitor Omicida: Murderer English to Italian via Google translate. Accuracy is subjective.