They left Fuu curled up in a ball in the little house, clutching Momo with blank eyes as she obediently tried to rest. Koza led Jin back to the dock, staring out at the water as the sun came up. "It's just like the last time," said the girl in her soft voice. "Mukuro betrayed Mugen and left him to die and now he's done it again." Her small hands clenched into fists. "It's his fault Mugen is dead." She met Jin's eyes and her own had an unsettling intensity. "I want him avenged. I want you to kill Mukuro."
Jin stared back. There was something strange about this girl-something belied by her soft voice and tender eyes and quietness. Then he sighed. Was it only last night that Mugen had died and he had realized for the first time how much Fuu loved him? Obviously he wasn't good at reading women-Koza was just upset at Mugen's death, and she had already said she hated her brother. What could be more natural than her wish to ease her pain by punishing the man who had caused it? "Do you know where your brother is?"
She nodded, and he couldn't believe he saw triumph in her eyes. Inclining his head, he turned away.