"It seems like they haven't been taking it easier on you."

Mukuro released a low breath, which was equivalent to a scoff in his current state. It hurt to breathe too deeply or release any other kinds of outbursts. Agathe paused a moment when he winced, applying the antiseptic more gently.

"You know, those Mafiosi always talk about how wonderful it is they found you." He turned his head to look at her. Agathe's face was soft and tired, making her seem older. "They say you're their greatest weapon, the tool they will use to bring their fallen mafia back to its original glory." Her hands began to shake, tears pooling in her eyes. "But don't they see? Don't they see you're just a boy... Just a little boy."

That was when Agathe collapsed onto the floor, sobbing heavily into her lap.

He patted her gently on the back, a little unsure what else to do. "It's okay, Agathe. I'm a big boy now... I can handle anything they throw at me."

"But I'm not sure you will handle their next experiment…"

His eye widened. From her apron pockets, she pulled out three objects. One of them especially attracted his attention – a single bullet. Suddenly he felt a little sick to his stomach, his vision beginning to blur as everything around him tilted and swayed.

"This bullet is one of their special possession bullets. You must have heard of it before. For the next experiment, they want to test and see if you are compatible with it. If not..."

Her silence hung heavily in the air, laying a grave weight in his mind.

"I will be delivering these objects tomorrow when they begin their experiment. I wanted to warn you at least since I don't know what else I can do to help..."

"No, this is enough. Thank you."

Agathe gathered the objects again, wincing when the trident cut her finger.

"You are a good boy, Luciano. I don't care what the others say about you, but I know you and your mother were good people. I trust that whatever you decide to do will be right."

Mukuro did not respond. She offered a kind smile, stood up, and left him to his solitude once more.

He felt his hands shaking when he brought his knees tightly in, his chest heaving at the thought despite how painful it was.

They were going to test out their bullet on them. There was a possibility he could die.

'And I can't do anything to defend myself!'

He stomped his feet into the floor, cursing his overall weakness. He was helpless as ever against them, too weak to even try to fight.

'If only I was stronger...' he thought, slipping away towards unconsciousness, his exhaustion stripping him of all strength. 'If only I wasn't so weak and could use this eye, then they wouldn't be able to hurt me or anyone ever again.'

As he slipped further into the darkness, he heard a single voice, one he heard long ago in what he thought was in his dreams.

'What will you do power?'

A/N Notes: Thanks for reading~