mukuro stares at the scene for a second, before furiously aiming at izuru with the intention to attack him and, somehow, save her sister from the impending doom that is his stomach. however, izuru slaps her weapon away and her head is greeted into his jaws. in the blink of an eye she feels her body worming down izuru's esophagus and into the very same location she was hoping to bring junko out of.

how unfair it was that he had been neglected any food as of late, but he had found ways around it, it seemed. now his stomach had grown quite a bit, prompting him to just lay on his bed and watch as his stomach did its job. satisfaction newly rocks through his body, enjoying the temporary lack of his oh so loathed 'boredom'. laying back, he suddenly feels a bubble of air travelling up his throat, causing him to let out a deep belch that probably accelerates the unfortunate despair siblings' demise. not like he cares, though. something told him it was better this way...

the ultimate hope devours the ultimate despair.